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door.
“Oh God.”
    “You’re going to come,” he whispered. Command instead of
observation.
    He spread her labia, thumbed back the hood of her clit and
scraped her exposed nerves with his fingernail. She broke, just for him. Just
for the irrefutable power he held over her in that moment. David groaned behind
her. Supporting her weight with his forearm beneath her breasts, he thrust over
and over again into the fist of muscle clamping down hard on his cock.
    She should have cared about his satisfaction but she
couldn’t summon the energy to focus beyond the crest of pleasure crashing over
her. Despite her thin grasp on reality, David came. She felt him jerk and his
hold on her ribs tightened to something near pain. He cursed into her hair and
clutched her inner thigh through the flash of his own climax.
    As David stilled inside her, the most debilitating blades of
sensation softened and dulled. She dropped her forehead against the door and
exhaled a shuddering breath. “I don’t know how you do this to me.”
    His hold relaxed. He trailed his fingertips over her thigh
and snaked his hand beneath her t-shirt to possessively claim her breast. “I
want you enough to pay attention.”
    “I want you too.”
    “Yeah.” He slowly withdrew, leaving her empty and shaking.
“Yeah. I know you do. But I want you for more than fucking. What are we going
to do about that?”
    “Talk about it tomorrow?” She finally released her grip on
the door frame.
    David squeezed her breast before backing away. His footfalls
receded down the hall. A moment later, the whir of the bathroom fan told her
where he’d gone.
    She groaned against the door, afraid she wouldn’t want him any
less come the light of day.

Chapter Six
    Friday, 3:30 p.m.
     
    She’d managed to dodge the morning-after discussion about
their relationship when an equipment malfunction called David away before dawn
Sunday morning. She’d also managed to avoid him the rest of the week between
their respective commitments. Friday sneaked up on her and with it, her
agreement to meet him again at Bondage. By mid-afternoon, she still hadn’t
decided whether she could consent to a public scene with him. An appointment
with her accountant and an early evening class provided a handy excuse to
continue not deciding.
    “I am so glad you’re here,” her assistant manager, Tina,
blurted when Jovanna stepped through the door and into a crowd of chatty
knitters. “I’ve misplaced my keys and all the materials for the spinning class
are in the stock room. Can I borrow yours?”
    Frowning, she handed her keys to the other woman. “Let me
know if you don’t find them. We’ll have to make arrangements for opening
tomorrow.”
    Maybe she could beg off meeting David with the excuse of
having to open.
    “I’m sure they’re somewhere,” Tina replied. “I’ll look again
after I get your class set up.”
    Tina headed to the back of the store and Jovanna smiled at a
customer who caught her eye from the counter. Fifteen minutes and one circular
needle demonstration later, she found herself face-to-face with a young,
familiar-looking blonde.
    “Can I help you?” She couldn’t place the sense of
recognition.
    The young woman smiled sheepishly. “I’m Melanie. David’s
sister. I wanted to introduce myself and say hi.”
    Hello awkward. Jovanna blinked past her surprise and finally
realized the resemblance. Melanie had David’s eyes and a narrow, feminine
version of his nose and chin.
    Melanie bit her lip. “Um.”
    “Sorry.” Jovanna shook herself out of awkward. “Melanie. The
other end of the Billy Idol ringtone.”
    David’s sister rolled her eyes. “My brother is so old. That
ringtone’s embarrassing. I’m very well-behaved.”
    Jovanna chuckled. “I’m sure you are.”
    “Right?” Melanie quirked a grin. “Maybe you could tell him
to relax and put away his shotgun. Over dinner with us tonight.”
    “Oh. Tonight. I, uh—”
    “Have plans with him. Yeah, he