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brow. “I—”
    She cried out in shock when the heel of his hand pressed against her clit.
    “Yes?” His voice dropped, low and soft with promise.
    Rylee glanced at the back of the butler’s head and gulped. “Fine.”
    He lifted a brow and dipped a finger inside.
    Horrified that he was touching her so intimately with someone so near, she gulped. “Fine, Sir.” How could she want him again?
    “Better. Let’s go. Don’t want to be late.” He yanked her skirt over her ass, then led her to a much narrower path that cut into the woods.
    “I’ll pick you up here, sir?”
    Hunter hesitated. “No, we’ll walk back.”
    The butler nodded. “Very good, sir.”
    “What are we doing, Hunter?”
    He lifted a brow, swept her close, and kissed her long and hard. “Game on. For the rest of the night, you may address me as Sir or Master. Only Sir or Master, and you will do what I say.”
    Rylee knees were weak with the kiss alone. How could one man do this to her? It scared her the way her body responded, and her mind as well, but the sex was so damn good. She needed what he gave her so she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
    Though part of her mind remained on her true reason for being here, that renegotiating the terms of sale for her company was her primary goal, she’d play the game and submit to sex with Hunter. It was out of this world good, but she’d fight him tooth and nail for her business. Still, she was curious about where they were going and the show he wanted to take her, too, even though she wished they could just stay together, alone.
    Hunter spotted a small white flag and grinned. Glancing to his right, he tracked the small deer trail. Like the other paths, this one was devoid of forest debris and had a layer of mulch spread over it to make it easy to walk, which was good, as their shoes were soft-soled. The woods were light enough that, with the help of the spotlights and a path that was well maintained, they had no trouble finding their way.
    He spotted another white flag. “Here we go. Up through here.”
    Reaching a thick shrub that had been shaped and pruned to form a short arbor or large tunnel, he dropped on his hands and knees and crawled over a heavy quilt already in place. He grinned when he found the towel wrapped package he’d requested. He opened it. Everything was there. A small pouch was pinned to one corner. Condoms. Two bottles of water lay near the opening along with a small, foam wedge.
    Hastings had thought of everything. Hunter peered out the other end, grinned at the enclosed darkened meadow. Around him, low voices hummed, blending with the sound of crickets. Voices came from other dark hidey holes that surrounded the clearing in the center of the shrub-tunnels. He’d been here several times and was eager to share tonight’s show with Rylee.
    Backing out, he stood. “We’re set. Well, almost.” He yanked the straps of her top down her arms and past her hips until the entire costume pooled at her feet.
    “Hunter!” Rylee glanced around and covered her breasts.
    A sharp tug of longing hit. She wasn’t his. Not totally. Not yet. So much was riding on this weekend. What if this was it? All she’d give him? She was here to get better terms, not for him. He knew that. Somehow he had to convince her to give them another chance. He shoved his fear aside, gripped her chin, and held her gaze.
    Her eyes went wide, and she nibbled on her lower lip. She finally nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was soft and low.
    “Starting now, what I say, when I say. Agree to it, or I’ll turn you over my knee right here, and instead of watching a show, you’ll become the show.”
    Rylee moistened her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good girl. From now until we leave, there is no talking unless I ask you a question.”
    She nodded.
    “Now, in you go.”
    As she crawled inside, he discarded his own tiny bit of clothing and followed.
    “Not all the way. Need some preparation room here.” He knelt just outside the