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interested. He’d even shared a few dreams of his own.
    Fucking pillow talk ! Suddenly she felt incredibly sick.
    “Oh God.” She staggered, bringing her hand to her mouth.
    “Are you all right?” Aly frowned and took a step forward.
    “I’m fine.” She sidestepped Aly’s reach as her gaze darted around the room. She had to get dressed and get the fuck out. “Where’s the bathroom?”
    The frown marring Aly’s face deepened. “There’s one just inside the hallway.”
    Lacey didn’t waste any time rushing past the busty blonde. She noticed the door now, hidden as it matched the wood perfectly. She darted inside, flipped on the light and flung off the robe. Tossing her clothing into the sink, she slid into her underwear before wriggling into her clothes.
    She tried to soothe her rattled nerves, knowing she had to get her act together fast. First she’d go to the shop, see if Jacob was around and ask for a ride into town. She’d worry about the rest later. Right now she just wanted to get as far away from Michael and the memory of their night together as possible. It was embarrassing enough to face the woman he obviously fucked on a regular basis without wondering if he’d performed the same “scene”, said the same things or commanded the same acquiescence in his bed.
    Jesus, she’d given him all he asked for too, without question.
    Forcing aside nausea and striving for calm, she smoothed out her hair with trembling fingers, splashed water on her face and avoided looking at herself in the mirror. She didn’t want to see the face staring back at her.
    This was what happened when you played with fire—you got burned.
    There was no one to blame but herself.
    * * * * *
     
    Michael pulled into the drive and drove past the shop. He’d been gone longer than he expected and all he could think about was the woman waiting for him at home. He wanted to speak with her, to learn more about what she loved and hated, was eager to discover everything there was to know about her.
    Last night was just the beginning.
    Lacey was fire and ice, velvet and steel, and she pleased him in ways he never believed possible, bringing out protective and possessive impulses unlike any he’d ever experienced for a woman. He had to convince her to give them a chance outside the bedroom, to consider taking their sexual encounter to another level. As excited as submission obviously made her, announcing it to the world was harder for some than others. He had to gain her trust, maintain it and treasure it as the ultimate gift it was.
    His thoughts returned to the best way to introduce her to the BDSM lifestyle. Slow was best. If he was patient, built on their flourishing trust and allowed Lacey to know him on a personal level, they had a shot at making things work. They had similar interests and were more than compatible sexually, which was more than he could say for most couples. Not to mention he’d discovered he didn’t want to spend a single minute without her—something that would have his friends snickering in glee.
    Michael the pussy whipped , he mused and grinned, already hearing their friendly taunts resonating in his head. And fuck it to hell if he cared. His father always told him all a man needed was a good woman. It was time to prove the old man right.
    He had time to do things right with Lacey. He just had to make sure he used it wisely.
    How would she react if he invited her to the Christmas party at Fantasia? Would she decline his invitation outright? Or would she venture outside her comfort zone? Although his tastes didn’t require the full measure of D/s play in public, he still enjoyed mingling with his friends at the club and considered them his second family in many ways. If there was going to be a future between him and Lacey there had to be an understanding. As attracted and drawn to her as he was, he wasn’t going to let her go easily.
    All good things were worth fighting for.
    His broad grin and beginnings of a