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surprisingly well with the carpet.
    It was a good thing the pub was footing the bill. She was on tour to earn much-needed funds for her family. Her bankbook would never stretch far enough to cover this sort of expense.
      Once she’d toed off her shoes and taken off her socks, she padded into the bathroom, enjoying the sensation of cool ceramic beneath her feet.
    One had to love any place that actually had a bidet, she thought. Orgasm in a bowl.
    It’d been so long since she’d had a climax, she’d almost forgotten what it felt like. Almost, but not quite. And after a day like today, a rush of endorphins was exactly what she needed.
    For now, ignoring the bidet in favour of a hot, relaxing bath, she cranked open the bathtub’s faucet and adjusted the temperature from warm to scalding. As the tub filled, she stripped off her bra and knickers.
    Then, standing in the bathroom naked, she reconsidered the bidet.
    How long had it been? Her schedule left her tired. When she wasn’t on tour with the band, she ran her family’s bed-and-breakfast. Turning their home into overnight accommodations and adding self-catering cottages had been the only way to save their ancestral estate. Every penny she made on the road, she sent home. So far, her family was managing, but the personal cost to her was great. She was as tired as she was lonely. But honestly, the unrelenting demands left her without much of a craving for sex.
    Even if that hadn’t been the case, she’d taken enough verbal lashings from her former fiancé to last a lifetime and make her wary of letting another man so close.
    Donal had been everything she thought she wanted in a man. He was rich, successful, dedicated to the land and a shared heritage. He made it clear they’d live at her ancestral home, raise their children on the grounds. She wouldn’t have to worry about anything ever again, and neither would her mother or other family members.
    Her family had loved him; she’d loved him. They’d seen him as more than a knight in shining armour—they’d seen him as lord and saviour rolled into one.
    She’d tried. Heaven knew she’d tried.
    But sex had been totally, completely, mind-numbingly boring.
    One night before bed he’d come out of the bathroom. He’d looked sexy, fresh from the shower, dark blond hair damp, a few drops of water still glistening on his body. He’d asked what she was reading and she’d shyly showed him the BDSM novel. The cover had a woman’s bare buttocks on it, and it was clear she was turned over a man’s knee.
    Donal had gasped in outrage.
    “Don’t be filling your head with that nonsense.”
    She’d been embarrassed by his reaction, but she’d persevered. “Don’t you ever get a bit bored by the sex we have?”
    “Certainly not. And it should be good enough for you, as well.”
    It wasn’t and it never would’ve been. She’d learned to fantasise and pleasure herself while he was already asleep.
      A few months later, he’d got on one knee and presented her with an engagement ring and asked her to marry him immediately. Her heart had pounded wildly with dread when the oversized diamond had winked in the light.
    She couldn’t accept.
    Despite her family’s plight, despite his warning that she’d never find another man to tolerate her ridiculous ideas, she’d closed the box and returned it.
    She couldn’t live with his bucolic expectations. In bed, out of bed, he didn’t allow her to be who she really was. Seeing the ring made her realise she couldn’t pretend any longer. She didn’t want to.
    She had naughty urges and wouldn’t settle for a life of missionary ‘are you done yet’ sex. She’d rather go without than endure like a martyr.
    He had been clear that he wanted marriage and children and he’d wanted her to be a good little wife and raise them while he provided for his family’s needs.
    He’d told her to forget dancing, drumming, piping, wild, screaming, blow-your-head-off sex. On the other