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were secured by brass clamps. Long feathers encircled them, a fetish item she’d bought from a vendor at an adult-toy show she attended one year in Las Vegas. She always felt like a peacock whenever she slid them over her breasts, but that night the ridiculous frills made her feel uninhibited and quite sexy.
    Yes, she recalled the imagery as well as she remembered the high tide she’d ridden out in his honor. She could only imagine the picture she’d created, the erotic display she practically spread out at his feet.
    He framed her face and put his mouth over her ear. “I heard you that night, you know. I listened as you screamed my name. I fought the urge to join you as you begged me to fuck your pussy harder, deeper.”
    “Oh my God,” she whimpered.
    He must’ve thought she was a freak! She’d always had one major problem with self-pleasure. She almost always pictured a real person, someone she’d met, a man she found sexually arousing. If she couldn’t tap into those secret fantasies, she couldn’t find her pleasure. She couldn’t orgasm without the added stimulation of focusing on someone she found appealing.
    “What kind of man lurks in the shadows, watching a woman climax by herself?”
    “What kind of woman screams out for a man she doesn’t know very well in the middle of fucking a mere toy?”
    “It was physical, trust me.”
    “I think you mean mechanical, but okay, we’ll go with physical. The experience couldn’t have been much more. I’d just gotten back in town. I’d driven like a maniac to get back here, and you barely acknowledged me, but after seeing you the way I found you, believe me, I couldn’t think of a more satisfying way to become reacquainted. Could you?”
    His question was a tricky one. Her reply was potentially damned, so she refused to answer him.
    Besides, the avoidance worked both ways.
    “I don’t fraternize with the employees.”
    “Of course not,” he said, releasing her. “You wouldn’t stoop to such a level, would you?”
    “Don’t take it personally. It’s just that we—my sister and I—made a deal with Patience. We don’t mix socially with those on our payroll.”
    “Ah,” he said. “So you don’t want to be seen with the guys who work here, but fucking them, well that’s another story.”
    “I didn’t—”
    “Don’t worry. You will.” He grinned. “I promise.”

    * * * *

    That was one oath Tristan intended to keep.
    Since he’d first met Ansley Cartwell, he’d thought of nothing else. If he were a smarter man, a guy who thought with the right head, he would’ve said a polite “how do you do” and then turned in his resignation when they’d first been introduced. Instead, he’d worked at Clink for months, deciding what he had to do was something he couldn’t further postpone.
    If he wanted Ansley, and he was certain that he did, he had to take a trip, revisit the past, check on the guys in New York, and feel confident he wouldn’t bring harm to anyone he brought into his distorted life. What he should’ve done was walk away, but he couldn’t. His heart already belonged to her, and the only thing standing in his way was a history known to resurface at the most inopportune times.
    Even though he’d trained under her twin sister, the women were opposites, and nothing about Kimberly appealed to him. He wished he felt the same about the feisty vixen standing next to him, but Ansley intrigued him.
    That day, he remembered hashing out his feelings regarding the damning four-letter word. He’d decided he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, go there. He didn’t buy the happily-ever-after scenario. His father had tried that several times. And thanks to his old man, he’d cost three women their lives.
    Women had their place in the bedroom. They didn’t have their place in his, or Bailey’s, lives.
    Thanks to working in the underground clubs, he’d witnessed pretty much everything. He’d learned to use women as a tool for obtaining