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what the evening would hold ran through his mind and straight to his cock.
    The one time they’d been together he’d simply referred to her as ‘girl’. Should he ask her for her name? What if she preferred the anonymity of the generic term? Should he use Butterfly now? What if tonight turned out to be a bust?
    Shit, Donovan. Get it together. You aren’t twenty-five years old anymore.
    In fact, he prided himself on being the ultimate Dom—always in full control of both himself and his sub. He might unleash his sexual needs but never his emotions. Was it the sudden desire for something more permanent in life that was doing this to him? Had he subconsciously wondered all these years if this woman might be the answer? One thing was absolutely clear to him—looking at her, the memory of the dirt and grime and cold of Afghanistan, the tension of the missions, faded away completely as if a healing shower had washed over him.
    Get on with it. The evening won’t last forever.
    Besides, he had a deadline. Which he probably wouldn’t have agreed to if he’d known he was going to find her here. But they’d all arrived from the ranch in one vehicle, the large black SUV. After he’d taken care of getting guest passes for the others they’d agreed to meet in the parking lot no later than one o’clock. If someone didn’t get lucky…well…he could just hang out and watch the performances in the public rooms.
    Slade deliberately ignored Butterfly—what an appropriate name—and left her standing near the door while he lit the candles he liked to use to set the atmosphere. He found the scent of sandalwood to be both seductive and arousing. He checked to see if the items he’d requested were set out on the table then adjusted the lighting, dimming everything but one spotlight against the wall. Finally he turned and let his eyes drink their fill of her.
    Rich masses of auburn hair cascaded down to her smooth shoulder, calling attention to the leather bustier that barely contained the swell of her round, creamy breasts and showed off her waist. A leather mini-skirt flared over the swell of her hips and legs that he wanted to feel wrapped around him extended down to graceful feet shod in fuck-me pumps with very high heels.
    Time to get on with it.
    “It’s unsafe to assume anything in this life,” he told her, “so I’m going to ask. Have you played in this life a lot since…after our time together?”
    “Yes, Sir.” A tiny smile flirted with her lips. “And I enjoy it.”
    Slade’s cock flexed behind the silk fabric of his pants. “Excellent. And your safe word? Is it still the same?”
    She nodded. “Cupcake.”
    He swallowed a smile. “I didn’t ask you at the time but why that word? It’s different than the usual words women choose.”
    She hesitated for a moment. “I just wanted something very different from my everyday life.”
    He could have taken that as an opening to ask her more—and he really did want to know more about her—but right now parts of his body other than his mind were sending him urgent messages.
    “Fine. Good.” He studied her for another long moment. “Strip. And do it slowly.”
    She didn’t seem deterred by the order. Instead she nodded and began to slowly unlace the bustier. As the leather thongs came loose and the fabric parted, her breasts became more visible. Finally the material separated completely and those luscious mounds sprang free. She dropped the garment to the floor and reached for the side zipper on her skirt.
    “Stop,” he ordered.
    She stared at him, a puzzled frown creasing her forehead.
    “Cup your breasts and rub your thumbs over your nipples. Yes, like that,” he confirmed when she did as he asked.
    God, the sight of her touching herself had his cock hardening even more, if that was possible. The ache in his balls was growing and they had hardly even started.
    “All right. That’s enough. Finish taking off the skirt. I hope you didn’t wear panties