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of the bathroom, his beard gone and his dark hair wet from the shower. He wore a white towel low on his hips, accentuating the V of his tight abdominals. She couldn’t tear herself away from the sight. She wanted to memorize every contour, every plane, every ridge. He strode toward her, his suddenly lengthening cock tenting the towel.
    Oh well. Guess she could be late to work this one time.
    He pushed her back, and she yanked off his towel as he flattened her to the mattress.
    Separated by only the thin material of her lacy panties, his hardness butted against her clit, sending tiny shockwaves rippling through her pussy. He laced his fingers with hers and brought their joined hands over her head. He feathered a kiss across her lips before deepening it with the hunger of a starving man.
    Or of one saying good-bye.
    Her cell phone’s ring cut through the tender moment like scissors to paper. He lifted himself off her, anguish in his eyes. The last time her phone had rung in this room it had been Nick with news about Jaxon’s false alibi.
    Her stomach tied itself in knots as she pulled her phone from her purse until she recognized the number. “Hi, Tom. Now’s not a good time—”
    “Hannah’s awake and asking to see you.”
    She lost her ability to breathe for a moment, the swirl of different emotions confusing her. “I’ll be there in an hour.”
    After ending the call, she checked Jaxon for his reaction.
    He sat next to her, his head bowed, hindering her view of his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was a scratchy whisper. “I don’t want to go to Aruba without you. I was going to say good-bye to you and Nick at your office. Keep it professional. Stay detached. But now I can’t imagine a day without you in it. I was miserable without you. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t concentrate. Last night was the first decent night’s sleep I’ve had all week. You made me whole again, and if my leaving ruins what we have, I’ll always regret it.”
    As cold and unfeeling as his plan had been, at least he’d planned on saying good-bye, and now she knew the truth—that he’d suffered as much as she had this week.
    How she wanted to say don’t go.
    But she couldn’t be his reason to stay. Not when she understood what it was like to have people whispering behind her back and reporters stalking her. She wasn’t that selfish.
    She reluctantly started dressing. “A couple of months away will do you good. I’ll be so busy with school and work that you probably wouldn’t get to spend much time with me anyway. You need the time to grieve and decide what you want to do with your life. I hope that you choose for me to stay a part of it, but if you change your mind—”
    “I won’t.” He stopped her with a hand. “Will you continue wearing my collar?”
    As if she’d ever willingly take it off.
    She smiled. “Yes, although I don’t see how you can dominate me all the way from Aruba.”
    As she’d intended, she had provoked the big bad Dom. “You don’t, huh? I know you’re busy, but I’ll have assignments for you to fill your nighttime and weekend hours.”
    Oh lord. She’d walked right into that one. “What do you mean?”
    He played with the ends of her hair, rubbing them between his fingers. “You still need to complete that BDSM questionnaire. We’ve barely begun to scratch the surface of what’s available to you.” His pupils dilated, and she’d bet if she checked a mirror, she’d see hers dilating as well. “I want to know your desires, your fears, your darkest fantasies. I’m going to send you a journal to write down your thoughts and feelings about your assignments. Then I’m going to have you read it to me. Since I won’t be able to get inside your body, I’m going to be inside your head, heart, and soul.”
    He was already there.
    “Then we’ll talk?” she asked.
    He traced the outline of her lips. “Every day, baby. At least once. We’ll make good use of FaceTime. I’m going to want to