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bag was lying on the floor by the couch. He picked it up, then glanced around for her underwear. The scrap of pink lace was lying on the floor by the bed. She probably needed something more substantial than that. He went to Dana’s room, punched in the combination, and opened the door.
    When he stepped inside, he felt surrounded by her. There were traces of her everywhere. Her sweetness and her femininity were evident in the frilly cushions, the brush and mirror set on her dresser, the delicate figurines of fairies and angels on the bookshelf. Those ornaments she had left behind when his father and her mother had divorced, as if she’d wanted to leave behind all the memories of being here. But she’d taken her books. He remembered the wide range she used to have on these shelves. An eclectic selection of novels, biographies, history texts, and several other disciplines, had clearly shown her intellectual acumen, even at only eighteen.
    He walked to the dresser and pulled open drawers until he found one full of underwear. It was a colorful, lacy jumble. He picked up a pair of fuchsia panties, then purple, but both were skimpy and … sexy. He swept through the mass of lace and satin until he spied a white pair. He snatched it up. Simple. Cotton. Substantial looking.
    He wrapped his hand around them and returned to the bathroom in his suite. He knocked.
    “Come in,” Dana called.
    He stepped inside to find her sitting on the small bench, a big, white towel wrapped around her. He handed her the panties and her purse. She looked at the white garment, then frowned.
    “Really? Granny panties?”
    “I thought they’d work better … you know. With the thing.”
    She laughed. “Men. You get so squeamish around feminine products.” She unzipped her purse and fumbled inside, then pulled out a small, pink package.
    “I’ll be in the bedroom,” he said.
    “Okay.”
    He grabbed the soiled bedsheet and left the room, closing the door behind him. He retrieved some fresh sheets from the linen closet, and was just finishing making the bed when Dana came out of the bathroom. He tossed the heap of old sheets in the corner and turned toward her.
    Her arms were crossed over her breasts, and all she wore were the panties he’d brought her. The sight of her in those plain white panties, hugging her hips and rising to an inch below her navel, was oddly sexy. So innocent. So … virginal.
    A spike thrust through his heart.
    What kind of idiot had he been to take her virginity? He’d hurt her … caused her to bleed. And, fuck, knowing how she felt about him, it was inevitable that she would believe it could lead to more. The emotional pain would be far more scarring than the physical.
    “Let’s get some sleep, baby.”
    He took her elbow and drew her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him as he held her close, loving the feel of her soft, naked breasts cushioned against him.
    He nuzzled her ear, then guided her to the bed. She climbed under the covers as he turned out the light, then he slid in beside her. She snuggled back against him and he wrapped his arms around her, then cupped one round breast in his hand.
    “Goodnight,” he murmured.
    *   *   *
    Mason could feel Sylvie next to him in the darkness. Warm and soft against him.
    But Sylvie knew better than to climb into his bed without permission. She slept on the couch in his room, waiting to serve at his pleasure. If she’d come into his bed, it was to entice him to punish her.
    “Roll over,” he demanded.
    The shadowy shape beside him rolled over. He slid his arm under her stomach and lifted her lower torso, then slid a pillow under her, raising her ass. He raised his hand and slapped her ass. She cried out. He slapped again.
    “You aren’t allowed in my bed unless I invite you.”
    “But—”
    He smacked again, the cracking sound ringing through the room.
    “I’m going to punish you and you will stay silent.”
    He grabbed her long, dark hair and