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and the check please?” The waitress scurried away. He slid his arm around Gracie and pulled her close. She trembled against his side. “We’ll go to my place. Tonight is a night to get reacquainted.”
    Twenty minutes later, Max led Gracie into his new home. It hadn’t taken him long to find a house because he’d wanted a fixer-upper so he could make the modifications he needed. He’d hired contractors from Seattle to redo the entire inside of the house, to include a brand new, soundproof dungeon. He’d spent last weekend unpacking all his special items and calling in a few favors to move in the heav i er equipment.
    At the end of his senior year at LSU, he'd been drafted by a pro football team, and it was then, his full dominant tendencies emerged, on and off the field. He’d wanted to find a woman he could bring to his home and play with, but because he was a pro football player, it had been almost impossible. He hadn’t wanted to risk the publicity or possible scandal. So instead, he had belonged to several private clubs and gone to a few parties at private homes, depending on other Doms to loan him their subs.
    But now, he could play with the one woman he wanted to play with. While they had dabbled in bondage in college, they hadn’t gone much beyond it and a little spanking. How far was she willing to go? After settling Gracie on the sofa, he crossed the room and turned on his MP3 player to some soft jazz before joining her.
    “Did any of your ex’ s tie you up like I used to?”
    She shook her head.
    “Do you want to be tied up?”
    Gracie squirmed and bit her lower lip. “Oh Max, it’s been so long since I’ve been tied up and teased.”
    He noted the slip in not using Master before his name, but he'd let it slide for now. “Does that mean yes?”
    “Oh yes.”
    “What are your hard stops?” He wanted to see how much she really knew about the BDSM world and what she wouldn't do.
    “No welts. Nothing that involves fire or knives. No other women.”
    Her knowledge surprised him a bit, but then it shouldn't have. Gracie was a woman who thrived on knowledge. “Agreed. I’m not into Sadism & Masochism at all.”
    “Me either,” she whispered.
    “Your safe word is jackal.”
    “Yes, Master Max.”
    He nodded, pleased she was willing to play. “Tell me a fantasy, Gracie. Tell me what you’ve never told another living soul.”
    Her cheeks grew pink. “Cutting to the chase, Master Max?”
    “Tell me,” he ordered.
    She shifted, her hip brushing his. “It starts off with me working late at school.”
     
    Grace couldn’t believe she was telling Max this fantasy, but then again she could rarely resist him when he was in Master mode. Oh, how she missed this. She'd been submissive before but after the research she'd done, she realized she was a sexual submissive.
    Her day job demanded she be in control at all times, but she loved giving up control in the bedroom to a man she trusted. And she trusted Max. It didn’t matter they’d been apart nine years. Deep down, this was the Max she knew and trusted. A man who would never hurt her.
    When she finished telling him her fantasy, she sat quietly waiting, afraid to break the sensual spell in the room. Her panties were wet and her body hot. She resisted adjusting her legs to ease the ache in her pussy.
    Max let out a breath and turned to her. Without a word, he captured her lips with his. There was no hesitation. She opened her mouth to his questing tongue.
    Their tongues dueled with each other before he nipped and licked her lips. His mouth left hers to trail over her cheek, and his hot breath brushed over her skin. Her nerves twitched in anticipation.
    “That’s some fantasy,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m so hot and my cock is hard. What are you going to do about it?”
    Excitement shot up her spine. He used to talk to her like this when they were in college together. “In the bedroom or here?” she asked.
    “I can’t move with this