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coiled it around his hand, then pulled it tight, drawing her head back from the pillow.
    He leaned close to her ear. “Understand?”
    She nodded.
    “Good.”
    He smacked her bottom again. Then again.
    Sylvie liked to be slapped.
    He stroked his hand over her round ass, then tugged her head up again and nibbled her earlobe.
    “Do you want me to spank you harder?” He only asked to build her excitement. Sylvie always wanted him to spank her harder.
    “No.”
    Her plaintive tone caught him off guard.
    “What the hell, Sylvie?”
    “Who’s Sylvie?”
    She was just a shadowy shape beside him but he didn’t have to see her face to realize … it was Dana’s voice.
    He sucked in a breath, then rolled onto his back.
    “Shit.”
    When he’d woken up to her soft body next to his, he’d thought she was Sylvie. He’d wanted her to be Sylvie, desperately needing to be a Dom again.
    He loved the tenderness that he and Dana had shared, but he knew he needed more.
    “No one important,” he answered. “Just someone I know casually.”
    Dana tugged the pillow from beneath her stomach and dropped it on the floor, then rolled toward him.
    “You seemed to be having a not-so-casual dream about her just now.”
    “I’m sorry, Dana. I was asleep. It didn’t mean anything.”
    “But why are you dreaming about her when you’re here with me?”
    He could hear the hurt in her voice. How could he make her understand that it was just that he had needs she couldn’t meet for him?
    He’d had a life before the two of them started this whole thing, and he would have a life after they parted at the end of their two weeks. Maybe it would be better not to say anything. She had to get used to the fact she was only in his bed for a short time.
    “This Sylvie … you treat her differently in bed than you do me.”
    “That’s true. She meets a different need for me.”
    “What kind of need?”
    Fuck, did she really want to get into this now?
    “Dana, I don’t really want to start this conversation in the middle of the night.”
    “But I want to know. She meets different needs for you. If I understood them better, maybe I could—”
    “No.”
    “But—”
    “I said no, Dana.”
    “Mason, I—”
    He rolled onto her, holding his weight on his arms, her trapped between them, and glared down at her. “This stubbornness of yours is exactly why you can’t meet those needs. Now go to sleep or I’ll send you to your room.”
    She frowned but held her silence.
    He rolled onto his side again, then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a spooning position, facing away from him.
    “Now go to sleep.”
    *   *   *
    Dana lay in Mason’s arms and sighed. She had been an idiot for telling him she loved him in the shower. But the words had just slipped out.
    She knew Mason wouldn’t allow this relationship to continue. She’d always known it. But she was a dreamer and in all her dreams, she wound up in a happily-ever-after relationship with Mason. Spending her life with him, as husband and wife.
    That was her biggest and brightest dream. She’d give up almost anything for it.
    But her blurting out an “I love you” just made things worse. That’s probably why he’d dreamed of another woman. One who didn’t stress him out with unwanted emotions.
    One he could allow himself to fall in love with because she wasn’t his stepsister.
    The way he’d handled her when he’d thought she was Sylvie was … disturbing. And exhilarating. He’d punished her, smacking her bottom until it burned. But it had excited her. And when he’d tugged on her hair, pulling her head back … shivers had quivered through her.
    *   *   *
    Dana picked up the tray that held orange juice in a crystal glass, a fine china coffee cup filled with steaming coffee, a china plate with a silver cover to keep the contents warm, silverware, and a pristine white linen napkin. She carried it to the dresser and set it down, then turned to the