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She wanted him. Maybe it was the bondage sex he gave her. The incredible orgasms. Maybe it was even the enticing dominance. Maybe it was the man himself. Whatever it was, she wanted more. She couldn’t deny it.
    When she opened the door, she sucked in a quick breath. Had he ever looked more appealing? More sexy or commanding? Dark and intense. Stacey had nailed that.
    “Julianne?”
    She realized she still stood in the doorway. “Sorry. Come in.”
    “Is everything all right?”
    “I’ve never seen you in jeans before. You look good enough to eat.”
    “I must admit that anything that puts your mouth on me gets my approval.”
    She chuckled. “Should I change into jeans too?”
    “You look lovely. What you are wearing will be fine. I wanted to prove to you that I did know the meaning of casual.”
    “Yes, you do. Where are we going?”
    There was that enigmatic smile. “You will see.” He reached for her hand. “Are you ready?”
    Julianne nodded, picked up her sweater and purse off the arm of the sofa and locked the door behind them. Paolo led her to a bright red Jeep with its top down parked at the curb.
    “Nice.”
    “Casual enough for you?”
    She laughed and let him help her in. “This is fun,” she said as they took off down the street. “Where are we going?”
    “You will see,” he repeated.
    She should know better. He wanted her to wonder. Or rather, he wanted her to let go and not worry about what he had planned, whether it was for their play dates or dinner dates. Julianne closed her eyes and enjoyed the fresh air. The breeze tore loose strands from her ponytail and they danced around her face.
    “Busy week?” Paolo asked.
    Julianne opened her eyes and looked over to him. “Yeah.”
    “You look relaxed. Like you needed this.” His hand rested lazily on the steering wheel. He glanced her way and smiled.
    “You look relaxed too. Maybe we both needed a little casual get away.”
    “I think you may be right,” he said.
    Once they left the city limits they took the exit for the park that ran along the river. Paolo parked in an end space and then helped her from the Jeep. He reached into the back seat and took out a plaid blanket and handed it to her. Then pulled out a wicker basket that the blanket had covered.
    “A picnic?” Julianne grinned.
    He grasped her hand and started down a paved path toward a copse of trees. “Casual enough for you?”
    “Perfect.” She liked the way her hand felt in his, perfect too.
    It was early enough that the air was still warm, a light breeze off the water lifting the ends of her hair. A few men and women ran, walked or bicycled along a path by the river. The one Paolo took led them away from the exercisers. They walked by several empty picnic tables, left the path and walked across the grass and through the trees to a small clearing barely large enough for the blanket Paolo spread out on the soft grass. Julianne looked around them. Tall evergreens with branches brushing the ground surrounded them on all sides.
    “Sit.” Paolo joined her on the blanket and opened the basket. He pulled out a bottle of white wine and two glasses. After he’d poured and handed her a glass, he smiled and tapped the rim with his glass. “To relaxing together on this beautiful evening.”
    She drank to his toast, but she wasn’t sure she could fully relax with Paolo. She could handle the play dates. She knew what to expect—at least she was starting to. She knew who they were when they were at the Playhouse. She was the sub and he was the Dom. The rituals, like showering before he picked her up, stripping and kneeling while he prepared for the scene, all those things helped reinforce their D/s relationship.
    But who were they now?
    “What are you thinking about, cara ?” Paolo looked at her over the rim of his glass. “Something you would like to talk about?”
    She didn’t want to admit she’d been a little uncomfortable with his mother and sister. She was still