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tight boxer briefs that were insanely sexy on the right man and comical on the wrong. Doyle Kole was very much the right man.
    Maybe he needed a few covers without his pants.
    His lips curled in a smirk as he walked toward her. No, not walk. That wasn’t walking. He moved how cats in nature shows stalked their prey. She backed up until cool glass stopped her.
    He braced a hand above her head, then took the bottle from her. The man even sipped sexily. “You’re looking at me with hungry eyes, Katey Jay.” His lips were wet from the water. “I prefer it to those fearful stares before you flee from me.” He drew a line from her mouth down her neck and between her breasts. “Let’s talk bondage.”
    Oh, let’s. Her knees went watery.
    “For or against?”
    She cleared her throat. “For.”
    “Now it’s already established you like knots, so is rope a yes?” She nodded. “Use your words, Kate.”
    “Rope is a yes.”
    “Put your hands above your head.”
    Licking her lips, she obeyed, the glass cool against her hot skin.
    “Cuffs?”
    She remembered her words. “Yes.”
    “Stay there.”
    She watched him walk away, setting the bottle on the round nightstand. The drawer whispered open and she almost slid down the window when she saw the glint of silver handcuffs. She pressed her thighs together, nerves and anxiety dancing a tango with need and arousal. The metal was cool against her wrists as he locked both at once. A shaky sigh escaped as her eyes closed. The cuffs clinked beautifully against the glass.
    “Mm, yes indeed. Eyes on me, girl.”
    It took a minute to remember she had to open her eyes. Dark eyes watched her and a ripple moved through her sex at the look.
    “Now. Let’s talk pain,” he said and she almost came on the spot. His lips curled as if he knew the effect he was having on her. He went through the list from floggers to canes to whips to electricity. She was breathless by the time he was done, her pussy slick and swollen.
    “Now,” he said, his voice low as his chest brushed against her aching breasts, “let’s talk about sex.”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Vaginal? Anal? Oral?”
    Yes and please and Sir.
    “Multiple orifices? How about multiple partners? One cock, two? Will you let me fuck you in the club?” His hand slid under his shirt and she cried out, jerking as his fingers slid over her. “Use your words, Kate.”
    “Yes,” she shouted as he pushed two fingers into her.
    “I will always wear a condom. If I don’t have one, you won’t get fucked. I get tested pretty frequently because who knows what toxic pussy there is on the road, hence a condom. Even the day after I get the all clear, I will wear a condom with you. The minute you slip a wet pussy over my naked cock, things will go badly. I don’t play games. I don’t tolerate them. Do you understand?”
    She nodded, grunting softly when he pushed his fingers deep into her. “No games.”
    “I take this very seriously. Not just protected sex but this. You say no, I will stop. You say something hurts, and I’ll stop and make sure it doesn’t. You say red, it’s hands off. If you’re nervous about something, you tell me. If you’re curious about something, you tell me. Now I know you’re going to have some triggers because of your past.” He slid his fingers free. “Eyes on me.”
    She opened her eyes and he braced both hands on the window, staring at her. “You need to tell me what they are, right now. Because I need to know you can handle this, Kate. I will not be the one to break you because you’re keeping shit from me. Now. Triggers.”
    She wished she could reach her bracelet, find the comforting shape. “Humiliation.”
    He nodded.
    “No needles.” They made her think of all the times she saw Mom or Jace jab something in their veins. Made her think of her mother dead. “I don’t know how I’d do with knives or blood. Sometimes it intrigues, other times gives me the skeeves.”
    “Skeeves,”