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cock
grew heavy at the thought, even as his stomach tightened with
nerves.
    Marion swung the sporty little Porsche 911
around another curve before downshifting for the turn onto the
interstate. Christ, even her driving skills were hot. She still
drove stick after all these years.
    “You may ask any questions you have now,”
she said, not casting so much as a glance at him as she merged onto
the highway.
    “How did you know?” The words left his mouth
before he could reconsider them. He looked at her in time to see
the corner of her mouth quirk up.
    “I’ve had an idea for some time. That summer
you stayed at my place, you left all kinds of evidence on my
computer. But I didn’t know for certain until you showed up at my
club four months ago.”
    His stomach went from knots to ice buckets.
“Your… Your club?” he asked, his throat suddenly dry.
    She gave a half-shrug. “Partly mine.”
    “And you’re just now telling me this?” A
multitude of emotions roiled in his head at this news. Anger was
the quickest to surface, but dissipated almost immediately at the
look she threw him.
    “I am just now telling you this,” she
answered coolly, but gave no further explanation.
    It took Grayson a long minute to process
that before asking, “How much do you know?”
    “Do you really want the details? As
part-owner, I help oversee all the applicants, Grayson. You’re
aware of our screening process, our health code and testing
requirements. Close monitoring of activities as well as the comfort
and satisfaction of our guests is a large part of our success and
exclusivity.”
    He had no response for that, so he let the
silence settle back between them.
    Fuck. She knew practically
everything, then. He thought back to his activities at Ten ,
the extremely upscale, extremely private club that catered to
people like him. People with a seven-figure portfolio and
less-than-conventional sexual tastes.
    The hilarious part was that he hadn’t had
actual sex with anyone in months – longer than his membership. He’d
joined the club with the hopes of sorting himself out, but he was
more fucked-up than ever. And now Marion knew all about it. So, why
wasn’t he fuming? He cast another look at her profile. She was
totally relaxed, yet that aura of command surrounded her like a
rich fur coat. Was she always like this?
    “We’ll be there in fifteen minutes, so if
you have any more questions, we’d better address them,” she
said.
    “I thought you moved to Baltimore,” he said,
frowning.
    “I did. Two years ago. I moved back to the
area this summer to help out my father after his back surgery,” she
answered.
    And she hadn’t told him. That stung.
    “I need to know, truthfully, what sexual
relations you’ve had outside of Ten since your initial
testing,” she said suddenly.
    Oh. That. He suddenly wanted to lie, tell
her he’d been fucking everything that moved multiple times a week.
But then she slid him a sidelong look and added, “It’s been six and
a half weeks for me, full protection, and I’ve had two clean tests
since then.”
    He swallowed. “Uhm. Five months, about.”
    She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
    When they came to a stop in the parking lot
beneath a tall, converted factory downtown, Marion shut off the
engine and turned to Grayson.
    “Your safe word is ‘apple,’ same as at Ten . Use it, and everything stops. You may call me Mistress,
or Ma’am, or you may simply answer in the affirmative or negative,
as long as I find your tone pleasing. Everything else, I expect
you’ll already know from experience, yes?”
    “Yes, Mistress,” he answered immediately.
But it didn’t feel quite right. No matter, because at that moment,
the car locks flipped with a pointed click. Without another word,
he got out and came to the driver’s side, opening the door for his…
his what?
    “Eyes down, Jones,” she reminded him, and he
felt himself blushing, for fuck’s sake.
    Of course, at that moment, ‘eyes