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“I can think <strong>of</strong> a few things,” he grins, gray eyes bright. I gaze back impassively as myinsides clench and melt under his knowing look.“On the other hand, we could talk,” I suggest quietly.His brow creases.“I prefer what I have in mind.” He scoops me onto his lap.“You’d always rather have sex than talk,” I laugh, steadying myself by holding on tohis upper arms.“True. Especially with you.” He nuzzles my hair and starts a steady trail <strong>of</strong> kisses frombelow my ear to my throat. “Maybe on my piano,” he whispers.Oh my. My whole body tightens at the thought. Piano. Wow.“I want to get something straight,” I whisper as my pulse starts to accelerate, and myinner goddess closes her eyes, reveling in the feel <strong>of</strong> his lips on me.He pauses momentarily before continuing his sensual assault.“Always so eager for information, Miss Steele. What needs straightening out?” hebreathes against my skin at the base <strong>of</strong> my neck, continuing his s<strong>of</strong>t gentle kisses.“Us,” I whisper as I close my eyes.“Hmm. What about us?” He pauses his trail <strong>of</strong> kisses along my shoulder.“The contract.”He lifts his head to gaze down at me, a hint <strong>of</strong> amusement in his eyes, and sighs. Hestrokes his fingertips down my cheek.“Well, I think the contract is moot, don’t you?” His voice is low and husky, his eyess<strong>of</strong>t.“Moot?”“Moot.” He smiles. I gape at him quizzically.“But you were so keen.”“Well, that was before. Anyway, the Rules aren’t moot, they still stand.” His expressionhardens slightly.“Before? Before what?”“Before,”… He pauses, and the wary expression is back, “more.” He shrugs.“Oh.”“Besides, we’ve been in the playroom twice now, and you haven’t run screaming forthe hills.”“Do you expect me to?”“Nothing you do is expected, Anastasia,” he says dryly.“So, let me be clear. You just want me to follow the Rules element <strong>of</strong> the contract allthe time but not the rest <strong>of</strong> the contract?”“Except in the playroom. I want you to follow the spirit <strong>of</strong> the contract in the playroom,and yes, I want you to follow the rules – all the time. Then I know you’ll be safe,and I’ll be able to have you anytime I wish.”“And if I break one <strong>of</strong> the rules?”“Then I’ll punish you.”“But won’t you need my permission?”“Yes, I will.”“And if I say no?”

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