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“You severely underestimate the power of choice.” He leaned down and stole a kiss. “Come on. Let’s get going.”
“Where are we?” Her eyes moved over the enormous warehouse.
“My friend’s place.” He led her around the side of the building and her eyes widened when the wide creek came into view, along with several small sailboats.
“Wow. This makes the whole warehouse scene feel different. It’s so unexpected.”
“Gigi’s father left the business and building to his daughters when he retired. The blue boat is theirs.”
“Gigi?”
“She’s Phoebe’s sister. I’ve known them since I was a kid.”
“So you grew up here? In New York?”
“Yes, just outside the city.”
They walked along the dock for a few minutes hand in hand and made their way around to the front of the building.
“Entertainment Warehouse?” She pointed at the sign above the door. “Is this some kind of seedy strip club?”
“You might wish it was after you see what’s inside.”
She stopped cold, squeezing his hand. “Okay, so here’s the part of me you haven’t figured out yet. It took everything I had to put my phone away and climb on that bike.”
She was so adorable. Didn’t she know he knew that about her by now?
“I mean, that was like ayear’sworth of giving up control. Maybe two. But going into a warehouse without knowing what’s inside? Not happening.”
“Seriously?Thisis where you draw the line?” He chuckled and stepped closer, bringing their bodies together. “Not at a one-night stand? Not at phone sex? Not at letting me come all over your gorgeous breasts?”
Crimson colored her cheeks. He cupped her face and brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “What are you worried about?”
“Let’s see. Whips, chains, other freaky, kinky stuff with strangers.”
He couldn’t resist nuzzling against her neck and teasing her. “Am I a stranger?”
“No, but…”
He kissed his way up to her lips. “I’m not into whips, chains, or other freaky stuff with strangers, but I might be into silk ties with you.”
“Dylan,” she said in a heated whisper.
“Oh, my girl might be into that? Things just got even more interesting.” He slanted his mouth over hers and she was right there with him, kissing him hard and rough, and then suddenly she jerked away.
“Wait. No. I’m not going to a sex club!” She stepped backward.
“A sex club?” He realized there must be something dark driving that strong of a reaction—and assumption—and his gut clenched tight with the possibilities.
“Babe, what’s going on?” He reached for her, anger and worry intertwining into a ball of fury.
She turned away, and his heart was pulled in too many directions. He went to her, despite her efforts to resist. “Talk to me.”
She pressed her mouth into a hard line.
“Summers, whatever it is, you can tell me. I won’t judge you, but I might beat the hell out of someone if they hurt you.” Her gaze hit the ground, and it took his heart with it. He gathered her against him. She was breathing hard, and beneath his skin, anger slithered like snakes at whoever hurt her.
“Nothing happened to me. Not really,” she said, pushing gently from his shoulder, but not from his arms. Anger brimmed in her eyes. “I wasalmostengaged, briefly.”
