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and low cut. He likes to show me off.”
    “And you like to be shown off,” Marissa observed. An associate at a large midtown law firm, Dana was always conservatively dressed for work, but, knowing Dana as she did, it was no real stretch to imagine the self-proclaimed sub girl dressed in something skimpy and provocative at a private club.
    “It pleases my Master, and that pleases me,” Dana said simply.
    “Oh,” Marissa breathed, Dana’s words resonating somewhere deep inside her. Again the daydream of belonging to another in the deepest sense of the word threatened to engulf Marissa, and she felt herself drifting to that dark, secret place.
    There was a soft knock at the door, and the sound released Marissa from the erotic spell she’d been falling into. “Someone at my door. Gotta go,” she said. “See you tonight.”
    “See ya!” Dana sang into the phone.
    Marissa took a moment to compose herself. She touched the plastic rectangle above her breast that read Dr. Roberts . Feeling centered again, she called out, “Come in.” 
    The door opened and the handsome new nurse stuck his head into the office. Marissa was glad the lab coat covered her still perking nipples. “Yes?” she said in her best professional doctor voice. “Cam, is it?” As if she didn’t know. As if he weren’t the primary topic of conversation at the nurses’ station whenever he wasn’t around.
    “Yes, Dr. Roberts. If you had a minute, I wanted to talk to you about Mr. Santana in room two thirteen. I have some suggestions that might be useful.” He stood just inside the door, looking like some kind of GQ model for hospital scrubs, a chart tucked underneath one of his tan, muscular arms. His eyes really were remarkably blue, especially in contrast to his dark brown hair. And those lips. What would it be like to kiss those lips?
    What the fuck? He was a nurse, for crying out loud. Not some sex object for Marissa to ogle. Embarrassed, she gestured toward a chair in front of her desk. “Please, have a seat.”
    As Cam sat across from her, Marissa couldn’t stop herself from staring into those deep, kind eyes. Something about the man was so compelling she had to physically restrain herself to keep from leaping over the desk and into his lap. Jesus H Christ, she must be farther gone than she realized. Now she was lusting after gay guys.
    Okay, stop it this instant. You’re an MD. A professional. Act like it.
    Marissa leaned forward and held out her hand for the chart. His fingers brushed hers as she took the chart from him, and though she knew it was all in her mind, the electric spark that passed between them shot straight to her pussy. It was all she could do not to gasp, and she prayed her voice would come out steady.
    She lifted her chin, reminding herself she was the doctor here. “Tell me what’s going on with Mr. Santana,” she said crisply.

Chapter 2
     
    When the taxi pulled up to the curb of Marissa’s apartment building, a man in jeans and a black T-shirt beneath a sports jacket climbed out of the backseat. “Hey there, you must be Marissa. I’m Tony. Great to meet you at last.” His voice was deep and seemed too large for the rest of him.
    “Oh, hi. Nice to meet you too.” Marissa took the man’s offered hand. She had always envisioned Tony as a big, burly man in black leather and black army boots, like Master Mark on her favorite videos. It took her a second to readjust her mental image of Dana’s Master/husband. He was looking her over as well, his eyes moving with an appreciative gaze from her face, to her breasts, to her legs and back up again. Normally Marissa would have taken offense at a man regarding her with such brazen scrutiny, but somehow with Tony it didn’t offend. She found herself hoping instead that he was pleased with what he saw.
    After much deliberation and the trying and discarding of a number of outfits, Marissa had finally settled on the first thing she’d pulled from the closet—a