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instruments, disinfecting everything that had made contact with her skin. She appreciated his attention to detail, almost as much as the uninhibited view she got of him. He moved with animal grace, an economy of movement that only came from being supremely self-assured.
    It turned her on, like everything he’d done or said so far.
    His black shirt stretched across his muscled back, from broad shoulders to narrow hips, where it settled over his jeans. They cupped his ass and showed off his solid thigh muscles. She wanted to feel his legs twined with hers while he thrust into her. His erection, even through his pants, had been impressive. Cam squirmed in her seat, which did nothing to alleviate her growing feeling of emptiness. Instead, the movement stroked her clit across the seam of her pants. She swallowed a moan, not wanting Damien to know how needy she was.
    Once he’d finished cleaning and packing up his supplies, he turned back to her. “Ready?” He extended a hand, waiting for her to make the final decision.
    Okay, maybe he was different from Shawn. So far. It boded well for the evening, but that’s where things had to end. Her real life was fraying at the edges—she didn’t need to add a complication, especially one she’d sworn off.
    Closure. Pleasure. Answers. The mantra repeated as she took his hand, letting his warmth settle into her.
    “You’re in the cabin, correct?”
    “Better—I’m all by myself in the only occupied cabin.” Her words ruffled the tawny hair at his temple.
    “Impressive, sweetheart. How’d you swing that?” He headed for the door, pulling her along one pace behind on his right. She knew this routine, had been punished enough for not following properly.
    Cam had gotten punished for a lot. Wincing at her stupidity, she again thanked Shawn for leaving. This night might even take away some of the sting from his rejection. “Kat arranged it for me. She framed it as me reviewing the new digs. I saw it more as her pat on the back for me getting kicked to the curb. But I’m not so prideful I would turn down that kind of offer.”
    He squeezed her hand and her throat closed on itself. No pity from him in that squeeze, just a flashing moment of empathy.
    They made the rest of the walk in silence. Cam winced at the bright outdoor light—how easy it was to forget the time of day when in the basement of Maison Domine. But Damien hotfooted it across the parking lot—she wasn’t out of doors all that long, which was good, considering her questionable state of dress. When they reached the cabin, Damien tried the knob, then put out his hand when he found it locked. She fished into her pocket and pulled out the key, which he promptly snatched from her grasp.
    He swung the door open, but did not enter. Instead, turned towards her, face serious. “When you enter, strip and kneel at the end of the bed. Do you have any knee problems?”
    “No…Sir.” She gave herself a mental gold star for remembering that little detail.
    Hefting his bag over his shoulder, he stepped aside and let her enter, swatting her on the ass when she moved by.
    At her girlish eep , he chuckled. She scowled and got another smack for her efforts. At least he couldn’t see the expression on her face that time.
    She heard him moving around the main room and her anticipation grew with every clink and click . Losing her clothing was harder than she’d realized. No man had seen her naked—well and truly nude—in longer than she liked to admit. Even before Shawn, she hadn’t been much for intimacy. Playing a little at the clubs, sure, but not at any that allowed full nudity. Her blush spread from her cheeks downward until she knew her pale skin was going to be embarrassingly blotchy. But there was nothing to be done about it.
    Fuck it. She squared her shoulders, tossed the last of her clothing in a pile next to the bed and kneeled. He wanted her naked—he could deal with the consequences.
    As she waited, her mind