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she’d known it was only a matter of time before his advances escalated. That’s why she’d run the morning after Blake left the house for good. It was either get out or put out; there’d been no doubt in her mind.
    And there was no way she could have told Blake the truth about Phil. He would have gone crazy and gotten himself thrown in jail or worse. Besides¸ she’d been ashamed to tell him Phil sometimes had his hands on her only hours after she and Blake had been together. It made her feel dirty, as if she were the one who had done something wrong.
    Even years later, grown up and with psychology courses under her belt that should have taught her otherwise, she still felt shame every time she thought of those last nights in her foster father’s home.
    With thoughts of Scott and Phil floating around in her head, there was no way she’d be able to get turned on.
    This just wasn’t going to work.
    “Blake, wait.” She tugged on the hand he held, but he didn’t slow his stride. “Maybe I should just go talk to him and forget about this. If I tell him I’m with someone else, I’m sure he’ll—”
    “Quiet, don’t speak again until I give you permission.” The command was thrown over his shoulder, but Erin could hear the determination in his tone loud and clear. She’d told him she wanted him to dominate her, and he’d taken her at her word.
    There was no turning back now.
    The knowledge awakened a thread of heat low in her body. She wasn’t nearly ready to mount the bench Blake now circled with a critical glare, but neither did she want to vomit at the thought. Blake had banished her panic with a single sentence. It just went to prove what she’d been thinking since they left the cabin—he was the only man she wanted to top her, for now, for always.
    Too bad he only wanted a one-night stand.
    “Climb up,” Blake ordered in his low, silky Dom voice, staring at her over the rounded leather hump of the spanking bench.
    It looked almost like one of the pommel horses gymnasts vaulted over but with a ledge on either side to support the knees. In a few minutes, she could be straddling the thing, her ass presented for Blake’s disciplining pleasure. The very thought made her pussy plump inside her panties, no matter how many reservations she still had.
    Blake’s eyes glittered. “Don’t make me ask a second time.”
    Erin’s breath rushed out as she darted a quick look into the lounge. Scott was still at the bar, and still had his back to them. Thank God.
    “Look at me.” Erin obeyed, gazing up at Blake, feeling her awareness of the outside world fade a bit as their eyes connected. “Don’t look at him, don’t think about him. He’s not here. There’s no one else here. No one but you and me. Do you understand?”
    Erin nodded, her nipples drawing tight against the thin fabric of her shirt. Just the sound of Blake’s voice, so deep it vibrated against her skin, was enough to turn her on. The electricity that never failed to make an appearance when they were together arced between them, making her breath come faster and her hands itch.
    She wanted to feel him, to run her fingers over the bulge in his leather pants, to feel his sex growing hotter, harder under her touch.
    “Come here,” Blake said, his voice husky. “I want you to do something for me before we start.”
    Erin circled to his side of the bench, turning her back on the lounge, which helped her concentrate on Blake and only Blake. From this position, she could be any blond woman; Scott would never guess her identity simply from seeing her from behind. She hadn’t been to a club in years, since before she was pregnant with Abby, and he certainly wouldn’t be expecting her at a VIP event.
    “Kneel,” Blake said, inclining his head.
    She obeyed, a thrill of desire sweeping over her skin as her knees hit the floor in front of Blake. It had been so long since she’d knelt in front of a man and meant the act of submission with every