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What would he say if she told him exactly how
    far her secret desires had wandered?
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    “I’ve given it a lot of thought,” he confessed. “And I’ve decided I’m sick of
    wondering.”
    She knew what he wanted. She also knew it was time to stop lying. To him and to
    herself. When she submitted her body, her mind and her soul, she wanted it to be with him and Chad. Her heart was split down the middle and it wasn’t fair to Sean to only offer him half. “Sean, I can’t—”
    “Just hear me out, Lauren. I’m offering a compromise.”
    “Another one?” she joked. Her mind drifted to the foosball table that still sat in the dining room.
    He grinned. “I want to dominate you and you want an A. Let’s work on your
    project together.”
    “You honestly think I’d agree to submit to you just to get a good grade in a class?
    Jesus, either I’m a huge nerd or a callous bitch or both, but either way, I hardly think—”
    Sean shook his head. “That came out wrong. I saw your face when I walked in here.
    The research is getting to you, isn’t it? I saw the flush on your cheeks. I can tell when a woman is on the verge of an orgasm. You like what you’re reading. You want to try it.”
    “Some dreams are best left alone.”
    His gaze sharpened. “So you’re admitting it’s a dream of yours?”
    She wanted to bite off her foolish tongue. “I didn’t expect to— I didn’t realize how
    affected I would be…” She paused and tried to find a way to say what she was
    thinking. She did want to submit, but not to just Sean.
    “You didn’t know the idea of submission would turn you on so much, make you so
    hot you could melt. If I reached into your panties, how wet would I find you?”
    “Drenched,” she whispered before closing her eyes. “Shit. That’s not important.”
    “I’d say that’s pretty fucking important.”
    One look at his face proved he was finished asking. She’d never seen him look more
    determined…or hungry.
    “Lauren, we’ve been together for years. I love you. I respect your intelligence and
    your independence—but right now, I want to possess you, show you how much more I
    have to offer.”
    His words struck a chord. She’d been trying to play by the rules for years, becoming
    increasingly more miserable as each day passed. She’d been so intent on maintaining a normal relationship that she’d failed to realize how much she was missing, how much
    she was hurting. She owed it to Sean to tell him the truth. To tell him how she felt about Chad…but she was too afraid. Even as she sat here, she knew they were talking about
    two different things. He wanted to explore BDSM. She wanted Chad.
    “When did life get so complicated?”
    He grinned. “There’s nothing complicated about this. You just have to give yourself
    to me, Lauren. Submit to me.”
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    He backed his words up with a kiss and she let herself be swept away. For several
    moments, she simply let her lips say all the things she couldn’t find the words to
    express. She did want him. She did want this. Problem was…she wanted so much more.
    The tenor of the touches changed. Sean’s lips firmed and he pressed harder. His
    tongue no longer seemed to stroke her mouth as much as it came in and conquered.
    Always a gentle lover, Sean took her by surprise with his rough kiss.
    He pushed her down on the bed, coming over her, never breaking the union of their
    lips. He reached up with his hands, tangling them in her ponytail, tugging at her hair.
    Her body flew into overdrive with his forceful grasp. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips as he began to drive his jeans-covered cock against her pussy.
    Desperation seemed to lace Sean’s movement. Lauren wondered what prompted it.
    He continued to lay siege to her lips and though she tried to break away, tried to
    put some distance between them in an effort to find air, he held her immobile, hostage to his whims.
    “Sean,” she