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braced herself for the powerful surges of his body. In the stillness she heard the soft whoosh as his pants hit the ground. She canted her hips and waited breathlessly for that first heated touch of his skin to hers.
    Ronin hiked her skirt up, pulled her panties aside, and plowed into her.
    Amery didn’t care who heard her cry out at that first deliciously hard thrust. Or the second. Or the third. Then he slowed down, swiveling his hips and rocking his pelvis, fucking her in the overpoweringly sensual way that reminded her she belonged to him.
    Afterward, he kissed her. Possessively. Decisively. Then his mouth formed a smirk and he whispered, “Thirteen.”

Chapter Three
    While Amery snapped pictures of whatever struck her fancy on the crowded street, Ronin ducked into one of Kyoto’s famous textile houses and picked up the yukata he’d ordered for her.
    Throughout their last day exploring the city, he’d kept the sexual tension high—toeing that line between anticipation and frustration.
    Things had changed between them since they’d come to Japan. He hadn’t realized how uptight he’d been in the months following his neurologist’s edict of no combat sports training. Amery had supported him unconditionally, which had been exactly what he’d needed, during those times when he wasn’t quite sure himself where his head was.
    But his heart was with her. Always.
    Ronin had foregone rope play during their stay in Kyoto because he had something special planned for their last night. He wasn’t sure how Amery would handle how things were about to change for them, when his focus would be entirely on his training. There were no days off. If Master Daichi had his way, Ronin would train for two weeks, take two weeks off, return and train for two more weeks, and repeat.
    But he knew his body well enough that it’d take week one to reach his prime condition. Week two he’d push himself. Week three he’d begin to tire and need a mental and physical break. And a week alone with his wife on a private beach would rejuvenate him.
    Ronin just hoped they both survived the three-week stint of intense training leading up to sand, sun, and surf.
    She sat on a bench waiting for his return. She frowned at the package he carried. “I thought we were waiting to buy souvenirs?”
    “We are.”
    “So what’s that?”
    “A gift.”
    “For your sensei?”
    “No. I brought a case of whiskey for him, remember?”
    “Then who’s it for?”
    “You.”
    When she leapt up and attempted to get in his face, Ronin crowded her against the wall behind the bench. “Hold that sassy tongue, woman. This is the first goddamned thing I’ve bought you since we got here.”
    “This is not fair. You wouldn’t let me buy you that funky geisha clock that would’ve looked awesomely obscene in your office at the dojo.”
    He placed his mouth on her ear. “You want to give me something?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then I’ll take your complete submission to me tonight.”
    “Oh.” She paused. “You’re binding me?”
    “Yes. And it will be a formal binding.”
    “You drive a hard bargain, Master Black. But I accept your terms.”
    “Perfect.” Ronin kissed her temple and handed her the package. “No peeking. Let’s eat before we head back.”
    Sometimes during this trip Amery had been so quiet he wasn’t sure what was on her mind. But as they shared plates of pan-fried noodles with veggies and skewers of spicy tempura-fried chicken, she chattered away. While she waited for him she’d checked in with Molly. Evidently her office manager and her new graphic artist were doing just fine without the boss lady there.
    Ronin tuned out for a moment, wondering how his second-in-command, Knox, was faring, working in the dojo with Shiori. Since he traveled to Japan twice a year, he’d learned it was easier not to worry about things that were out of his control. But leaving this time was different because Knox and Shiori fought like two tomcats—neither