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Heat rose up her throat as the damn blush gripped her cheeks. “For you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched anything.”
    He pressed his lips to hers. She could taste the syrup on his lips and tongue when he pushed into her mouth. As quickly as the kiss began, he pulled away, scooping up some of the eggs and offering them to her.
    “You aren’t in trouble.”
    She hurriedly chewed and swallowed. “I’m not?”
    He chuckled. “Nope.” One side of his mouth kicked up in a lopsided smile, giving him a boyish look.
    “Then, why…” Her voice trailed off as he pressed another bite of pancake to her lips.
    “Why did I tie you up?” He filled in for her. “Because I like you tied down and at my mercy.”
    “Oh.” She struggled to reorient herself. “Can I have more juice? Please, Sir.”
    “Sure thing.” He grabbed her glass and offered her the straw. “I was thinking…”
    “Yes?” she asked when he didn’t finish.
    He set the glass on the bed, his fingers playing over the rim. “Would you want to see me again?”
    Her heart fluttered up into her throat while her stomach dropped through the bed. “See you again? At the club, or…?”
    One shoulder lifted. “Wherever.”
    “Yeah,” she said, fingers twining around the ropes.
    “Good. I was going to keep you tied up until you said yes. Now I’ll just keep you tied up until I’m done with you.”
    Her pussy clenched. She wanted him in her, to be free to touch him.
    “Can I ask you one thing?” As besotted as she was, Christine needed to keep some of her wits about her.
    “Go ahead.” He shoveled food in, tapping the fork against the plate as he chewed.
    “Are you seeing anyone? Or did you just get out of a relationship or something?”
    He paused, head tilted to the side. “Why would you ask that?”
    “Well, it’s just your place. It’s not really what I would have expected.” She bit her lip.
    “Oh.” He tilted his head back and laughed. “Honestly, I don’t even think about it anymore.” He stabbed a square of pancake and put it to her lips. “I do all of my business out of my home, so I hired a decorator, and this is what I got. No girlfriends or relationship for a while now. Satisfied?”
    “Yes, thank you.”
    “Good, eat.”
    He didn’t allow her time to talk, plying her with almost as much food as he ate. They didn’t eat everything, she’d gone overboard with it to begin with. The plate, syrup and utensils went on the bedside table and he unhooked her hands and feet from the ropes.
    He settled on top of her, his weight pushing her down into the mattress. He wove their fingers together, bracketing her head with their arms. He’d discarded the stern face at last and she could read him. Smiling, he looked younger, not as authoritative. At some point she’d gone from dealing with Daniel the Dom, to Daniel the man. It birthed a little hope in her chest, maybe there was more.
    “I made a mess.” He brushed a kiss across her lips. “You’re covered in syrup.”
    She wiggled against him, her stomach sticking and sliding against his in a way that made her skin crawl in a not so pleasant way. “What are you going to do about that?”
    “Let you take the first shower.”
    “You don’t want to shower with me?” She nibbled her lip. She was naked, he was naked and they were both horny. It was easy math that wasn’t adding up.
    “You don’t always get what you want, Chris.” He pushed up and rolled away from her. She watched him stand next to the bed, his erect cock an obvious calling card. Casually, he cupped himself. “Besides, you said no sex.”
    Groaning, she covered her face with her hands. She had a sinking feeling she wouldn’t be able to live her no-sex limit down.
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    Restless, Christine pushed up from the couch. Her body hummed with unfulfilled desire. Daniel had played her body like an instrument, rising dramatically with orgasms that had been more punishing than satisfying. Her body responded