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not really polite conversation, but how did you go from being a good Catholic boy to being the club’s legend?”
    “I don’t know.” He scratched his forehead and thought for a long moment. “I guess I sort of fell into it one night. I met a girl who liked kink, and it was all downhill from there.” He put on a pair of sunglasses, and she wished she could see his eyes instead of her reflection in the lenses. “You?”
    “My second—boyfriend—liked it. I guess I didn’t know any better. Then it became part of the…quest.” Her cheeks grew warm. “If I couldn’t come the normal way, maybe something darker would work. It’s more than that, though. I liked kink from day one. Just because I don’t usually come, it doesn’t mean I don’t like what’s being done to me. A lot. More than most men would probably tolerate.”
    “But that’s not working, is it. Walking the dark side for your quest.” It wasn’t a question.
    “No.”
    Jake was thoughtful for a moment. “When was the last date you had?”
    “Date? You mean…movies? Dinner?”
    He nodded.
    “Never. Or it seems that way. This job doesn’t really bode well for dating. You?”
    “Same.” Jake smiled at her. “What about vanilla sex? When was the last time for that?”
    He asked the weirdest questions. He was all Dom. She loved playing bottom. Why would he even consider vanilla sex? “Oh, probably about the same as that last date.”
    He ran his hand through his hair, and Tia sensed he was uncomfortable with the direction he was about to take the conversation. “I guess you’re in for a surprise, then. I neglected to tell you the house rules before you volunteered to come.”
    She wasn’t going to touch the fact that he’d blackmailed her into coming. “House rules? Like, don’t wear shoes in the house, put the toilet seat down, toss out the empty carton of milk instead of putting it back in the fridge?”
    “Sorta.” He glanced at her again, and she wanted to rip the sunglasses from his face. “When I go home, I’m not allowed to do anything I do in D.C. House rules.”
    “Nothing?” What in the hell did he do at home, then?
    “Nope. So up until now, there’s been a moratorium on sex at home, as well as no talk of work, no speaking any foreign language. No fast food. The only things I do that I would do in D.C. are play video games and run, because if I came home and had slacked, Chase would kick my ass.”
    “And the video games?”
    He shrugged. “Once a guy, always a guy. The house didn’t seem to mind video games, and again, it helps with work. We play a lot of video games during down time on a field mission. I’m not losing to Chase.”
    “Boys.” Her lips curled into a smile. “How will we survive with no fast food?”
    “I hope you can cook, because I can’t.” His grin faded. “But more importantly, we have to get around the no sex rule.”
    She was hoping the moratorium would just be lifted. “What a pansy. It’s your house. Change the rules.”
    “It doesn’t work that way—stop looking at me like that. You don’t understand. The rules are important to me. Every home has rules, and unfortunately, I need these rules to keep me sane during vacation time. Even Chase followed the house rules, though he bitched the entire time and made me eat that French junk he likes to cook.”
    Tia stared at Jake for what seemed forever, and he didn’t burst out laughing or point and shout, “Fooled you.” He was serious. God damn him. “You promised me orgasms! I can’t have an orgasm if your house says we can’t have sex.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Your house sucks.”
    “I’m thinking, darlin’.” He tapped the steering wheel with his thumbs for a few moments. “What I propose to get around the no sex rule is to change it to a vanilla sex rule, because we both know I’m not doing that in D.C.”
    “Vanilla?”
    “Yep. Vanilla.” He glanced at her and all she saw was her glare in the