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to engage in it.
    Honestly, certain aspects of BDSM were an absolute turn-off.
She had no wish to be beaten or whipped or turned into a Dominant’s slave. But
she knew the lifestyle was more complicated than that and was intrigued by
bondage and surrendering control to a lover.
    Maybe when the time was right, Remy would help her
understand the cravings within herself. The few times he showed dominance
today, her body responded, her mind had been engaged, interested.
    And yet, she couldn’t forget what her friend Morgan Maddox,
a gifted psychic, told her before she left Massachusetts. She’d claimed Eve and
Remy would become lovers during an unscheduled stop in their itinerary…and soon
after their lives would be changed by a man who was the polar opposite in
physical features and coloring to Remy, but would in fact be the yin to Remy’s
yang.
    Curious to find out what would happen when she and Remy
reached Dare, Eve refocused on the here and now. Tonight was their night, their
first time. She only hoped Remy didn’t come to regret it.
     
    Remy took five minutes to shower, turning the water cold
toward the end to douse his erection for the time being. After drying off with
his towel, he knotted it at his waist and went over to a sink with a mirror to
shave and brush his teeth.
    He didn’t want to linger as he didn’t want to leave Eve
alone for too long in a strange place. He didn’t get a sense that anything was
amiss at the bathhouse, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
    He’d meant it when he said it’d kill him if something
happened to her. His reality TV show had become a success faster than he’d
anticipated and Eve was a welcome addition to his small team a year ago and
they’d become friends. But she meant more to him than that.
    In private, he’d imagined all the ways he wanted to fuck
her. In reality, he’d kept his hands off her until today. Now that they’d
kissed, all bets were off. He couldn’t very well tuck her back into a neat
little box and pretend he didn’t want her.
    But she had to understand the kind of man he was first. As
much as he intended to be the man she deserved, there was a very real part of
him that reared its head whenever he’d thought he’d found love with a woman—the
desire to fuck men.
    The same desire that broke his ex-fiancée’s heart.
    It was true he’d dated Beth all through high school,
proposing to her before she went to Holy Cross. But when he’d gone to Yale, he’d
experienced his first man-crush on the RA in his dorm.
    He’d tried to keep his distance, then his little brother
Blair disappeared and Stefan opened his arms. After tears and tequila-induced
confessions, Remy woke up the following morning in a tangle of a man’s arms and
legs, his ass still smarting from the fucking his new lover had given him.
    One night with Stefan turned into much more, with his lover
introducing him to bisexual orgies that had no rhyme or reason, only pleasure.
There was never any commitment from Stefan, simply the promise to not ask any
questions as Remy sought to understand why Blair haunted him and why his family
didn’t believe in him.
    By the end of his senior year in college, his engagement to
Beth ended when he confessed that he had a male lover, sending her into a
tailspin that led to her accident. To this day, he regretted that he hadn’t
broken things off after high school.
    Back then he’d been scared of many things, primarily
upsetting his parents who’d looked to his and Beth’s wedding day as a means of
healing after his brother disappeared. Dresses had been ordered for the
bridesmaids, tuxes were fitted, a church and reception hall reserved,
invitations were to be mailed.
    That was when he knew he couldn’t live a lie anymore. To that
end, maybe it was time to let go of what happened to Beth and trust that he’d
never repeat his mistakes with Eve. Once they became friends, he could honestly
look back and say there’d not been a single