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gasps, a counterpoint to Dax’s guttural, animal-like sounds.
    Fuck, she was hot. Lily hadn’t been this hot in . . . he couldn’t remember when. Nor had he.
    Torturing her and delaying her release had been torture for him too, and he couldn’t hold out much longer. His balls were tight; the desperate need to come burned at the base of his spine. Knowing how sensitive her clit would be now, he reached down to press it. Her body convulsed, then release crashed through Dax in a wave of pleasure so extreme it almost hurt. Dimly, he was aware of Lily crying out again, of her body’s spasms matching his jerky thrusts.
    His heart pounded so frantically it might burst out of his chest as he struggled to draw air into his lungs.
    Gradually, his breathing slowed. Clumsily, his legs and arms rubbery, he lifted himself off Lily’s body and headed to the bathroom to deal with the condom. The mirror showed a wild man: cheeks with a hectic flush, hair even messier than Lily’s, beard glistening with her juices.
    When he returned to the bedroom, she slanted him a quick glance through lowered lashes. She didn’t say a word, but tugged gently at one of the scarves.
    His wife, the strongest, most tough-minded woman he knew, was tied to the bed. She’d opted in. Dax felt powerful and macho like that wild man in the bathroom mirror, but also, he realized, vulnerable. Being in control meant he was solely responsible for her pleasure. He risked failure if he didn’t read her signals correctly.
    In the book, Neville thought he understood Cassandra’s deepest desires better than she did herself. How the hell did a man do that?

Five
    D ax was—almost—a bad-boy stranger again, this sexy, powerful naked man with his disheveled hair and dark beard who stood watching her. Without her contact lenses, his face was slightly out of focus, but she had the sense of a hawk studying its prey. How appropriate that Kim had chosen a stylized hawk for his shirt.
    Tonight reminded Lily of that first summer. Dax had been sexually experienced and confident, while she was a nervous, inhibited virgin. The way he’d made her feel, the things she’d learned from him . . . It had been a whole new world. And now, again, he’d taught her things she’d never suspected about herself. She’d always found the idea of dominance and submission repellent, yet this sex play turned her on. A lot.
    He’d bossed her around, spanked her, tied her up, teased and toyed with her—and given her mind-blowing orgasms that left her weak and quivering. It had been almost surreal to not be able to move or speak. To put her pleasure in his hands. To know she could stop him with one word, yet to choose not to.
    When Dax had asked her to provide a safe word, her memories of their first meeting were so fresh that “Skookumchuck” had leaped to her lips. She’d seen the flash of surprise on his face.
    Now, as he stared down at her, she was grateful he’d told her not to speak. What would she say? Though what she most craved from her husband was an intimate connection, she’d opted into something very different. But at least, for once, he was seeing her; all his attention and passion focused on her. Though she had to wonder about this change in him. Had he always craved this kind of sex, or had a new lover show him this side of himself?
    If only he’d untie her, she could roll over and feign sleep. She gave a second tug at the silk scarves that bound her wrists. The knots had tightened when she’d wriggled and thrashed. Surely now he’d take the hint and untie her.
    â€œYeah, I know you’re tied up,” he told her. “And you’ll stay that way.”
    What? Her eyes flicked open wide and she frowned.
    â€œI’m not done with you yet.”
    Her breath hitched with anxiety—and, yes, curiosity.
    She could say “Skookumchuck” and he’d