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expecting him to give her some privacy.
    No such luck. He followed her in and turned on the shower. “Anything changing between now and this afternoon?”
    Other than losing a bit more control over her life? She sighed, too exhausted anymore to fight. “No.”
    â€œThen you’ll get a few hours of sleep before you go,” he said decisively. “But first, let’s take a shower.”
    He peeled off his shirt, gifting her with the first glance of what her husband hid underneath his clothes.
    Her mouth grew dry even as the room filled with steam. When she’d known Sawyer before, he’d been toned and lean, but he looked completely different now. His chest was wider than she remembered, his arms thick with muscles. Her gaze followed the light trail of hair leading from his chest down his abdomen, where she could make out the sharp contours of those muscles. She wanted to lick a path down and see if she couldn’t sate her thirst from the moisture collecting on his skin.
    Frankly, his body intimidated the hell out of her. While she’d tried to stay in shape, her body had aged over the last few years. Her breasts were no longer as perky or her stomach as flat. It hadn’t bothered her until now.
    Would he still be attracted to her?
    He must have sensed her apprehension. “It’s important you know you can use your safe word if you don’t want this.”
    She nodded. “I know.”
    But she did want it.
    Wanted it more than anything.
    Her pulse skyrocketed as he flicked open the fly of his jeans. “What safe word do you want to use?”
    â€œBlack list,” she said automatically.
    The words held more meaning than he would ever know.
    â€œThat’s an odd choice. Care to share the meaning behind it?”
    â€œNo.” She forced her gaze to his face. “That’s a hard limit.”
    He paused, his eyes locked with hers as they tried to uncover her secrets. She used to joke that all he had to do was give her his “Dom eyes” and she couldn’t refuse him anything. But today she held her ground, refusing to give into him. She almost expected him to walk out. Instead he resumed undressing, his nimble fingers doing the job she wanted to do. “Any of your other limits change?” His pants fell to the floor, and in a moment, his boxer-briefs joined them.
    His cock was fully erect, long and curved, pre-come already dripping from the tip. He’d always kept himself so perfectly manscaped that she used to laugh.
    She wasn’t laughing now.
    He’d kept up his habit of trimming the dark hair that nestled his cock. She didn’t want to think about how many women in the preceding years had gotten to see that cock . . . touch that cock . . . taste that cock.
    Before last night, it had been so long since she’d had sex, she hadn’t bothered waxing herself bare, as he’d preferred her in the past.
    What was the point when she was the only one who ever saw her naked?
    â€œYou remember my limits?” she asked breathlessly, her hands itching to wrap her hands around his cock.
    Naked and unabashed, he walked behind her. His warm breath fanned her neck as he slowly unzipped her dress. “I remember everything.”
    Her dress slipped from her body. She leaned back, resting her head against Sawyer. “My limits haven’t changed.”
    Not that she’d had many.
    As her Master, Sawyer had ordered her to completely let go of her inhibitions and society’s moral compass in order to experience a world she’d barely known existed. She’d lived for the nights he’d challenged her soft limits, pushing her further and further until she couldn’t remember why she’d ever questioned them in the first place.
    Bondage, submission, and beatings were only the tip of the iceberg. There were times he’d shown her such pleasure she could barely remember her own name. Times when they’d invited