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slowly made her way up the drive and more of the home came into sight, she smiled at the obvious love and care that had gone into the stately mansion’s upkeep. She’d gone through a phase where she’d been obsessed with everything Victorian, reading all she could find on it, and that information helped her appreciate his home. In her opinion, learning something new was always beneficial, no matter what the subject. While she hadn’t gone to college, she’d traveled the world and educated herself with whatever struck her fancy. It led to a rather esoteric knowledge database, but she kicked ass at Trivial Pursuit.
    When she eased her car around the winding curve leading to his home, she slowed down to take in the details of the trim and the warm color choices of the exterior. Brass lanterns hung on either side of the large front door, illuminating the second-story wraparound porch for a few feet in either direction. A white painted set of curving stairs led up to the second-floor entryway, while the first floor was a series of French doors with heavy cream drapes blocking the view. An enormous boulder sat between the two stairs, and a natural looking waterfall tickled down the boulder into a hidden drain. Small water plants added bursts of color to the fountain, and Kira rather liked the contrast of old-world architecture and the naturally raw water feature.
    Pulling up behind a black Aston Martin One 77 with its sleek racing curves and low-to-the-ground body, she wasn’t surprised at all that Bryan liked speed and sporty cars. She could just see him, hitting the gas so the car flew and G-force pressed his body back into the seat.
    It had been two days since she’d met Bryan—they’d both been busy with other obligations—and she found herself excited to see him. For one thing, she’d certainly made more of an effort to look pretty. Bryan was almost unfairly handsome, and in order not to look like a hag next to him, she’d put large, loose curls into her hair. Tonight she wore a black dress with a plunging backline. A silver chain set with onyx and white sapphires dangled down her back in a manner so the chains looked like corset stays. Beneath she wore a pair of black garters and a black bra but no panties. He seemed to really like her pussy, and she sure as shit liked what he’d done to it, so why not display it a bit.
    Besides, it was the closest thing she had to a BDSM outfit. She’d need to go shopping soon. Even if things didn’t work out with Bryan—though she really hoped they would—she wanted to have a wardrobe of appropriate clothing to wear to Wicked. The bar was amazing, and she couldn’t wait to see more of it, but hopefully this time with Bryan at her side. The thought of being seen with him, being marked as belonging to him sent a rather primitive sense of satisfaction through her. He was fine, so, so fucking fine. Whatever did he see in her?
    Screwing up her courage, she checked her pale rose lip gloss and made sure her mascara hadn’t smudged. She wore waterproof mascara tonight, just in case she sweated or cried.
    Anticipation coiled through her belly, making her nervous and excited at the same time. His oral sex skills had been beyond amazing, and though she’d had some small bruises from his bites the next day and her nipples hurt, she’d still walked around with a goofy grin. Even before her accident she’d never managed to have more than one orgasm at a time.
    Bryan was some kind of pussy whisperer.
    The dress swung around her thighs as she grabbed her purse, then shut the door. A moment later, the porch light came on, and she glanced up at the house as she made her way across the driveway to the winding stairs. The detail work on the railing, with its curves and floral carvings, were beautiful works of art. She made it to the landing of the front door and was getting ready to knock when it opened from the other side. An elderly gentleman in a dapper black suit and red tie smiled at