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me.  Be my mistress, my submissive.”
    “Your what?” I asked, blinking hard, gaping.
    It occurred to me that Knight had never asked about my profession or where I lived, none of those questions that people typically used to gauge—to judge—one another.  I guessed I kind of appreciated that, but it also meant he had no idea who I was, what he was proposing I give up for…for a highly unorthodox arrangement, whatever the details.
    “I have a life back home that I have to—”
    “Do you like it?” he interjected.  “Do you like that life, Chloe?”
    Chloe, not Miss Bloom.
    “I…”
    He waited for me to finish my response.  When it became obvious I couldn’t, Adrian nuzzled his face into my hair.  “Look directly ahead of you.”  I did.  There was a sandy path beyond the beach, leading back into the trees, up along a slope.  “That leads to my private villa.  Leave your clothes here.  Walk naked up that path.  That’s all you have to do.  Every day, every night will be like yesterday.”  He let out a breathy chuckle that I felt against my scalp, warm and tingling.  “More so.”
    I didn’t move, either to gather my clothes or to walk up that path.
    “Do it, Chloe,” he said.
    Do it, Chloe , my mind echoed back.
    Which only went to prove we were both out of our minds.
     
    To Be Continued In
    In His Service: His #2
     
    ALSO BY ERIKA MASTEN
    WEEKEND SUBMISSIVE
    AN EROTIC DOMINATION SHORT STORY
     
    Brisa can’t imagine desiring anyone more than sexy, 6’4”, muscular police lieutenant Wayne Fulton. Sweet, patient, helpful, protective Wayne. Huge, towering, solid, powerful Wayne. Discovering that he has a dominant side in bed seems impossible for Brisa to reconcile with the image of the gentle man she’s so drawn to. But it also kindles unfamiliar yearnings in her that she can’t resist asking him to fulfill, if only for a few days, in a dark and consuming sexual experiment as his submissive for a single weekend.
     
    AN EXCERPT FROM ERIKA MASTEN’S
    WEEKEND SUBMISSIVE
     
    It's rare but not unheard of for me to run into Wayne in the morning while I’m getting into my car to go to work and he’s headed out for a jog.  I still haven’t shaken that wishful idea from last night, though, so seeing him so unexpectedly sets off all the physical reactions in spades.  Fluttery stomach.  Racing thoughts.  Dry mouth.  Wet pussy.  He calls good morning to me and stops just behind my sensible tan sedan as I’m standing at the open driver’s side door.  The navy blue sweatpants he’s wearing might not cling like a good pair of jeans, but his ass still looks amazing, and those thighs…  Everything seems to flex and glow in the morning light as he stands regarding me from beneath thick black lashes, his head coyly lowered.
    His gaze rakes subtly up and down my body, once, quickly, but it’s enough to make my heart leap in my chest.  He looks up from my pale pink pumps. They’re the perfect shade to match the rosy plaid pencil skirt and solid pink silk blouse, all an excellent contrast to the tan I’ve acquired this summer on the local hiking trails and up at the lake with friends.  Wayne flashes that grin again.  “Very professional, Ms. Martin.”
    I can’t help beaming at the compliment, though I manage to swallow down most of the giddy grin that rises in response.  “Thank you, Officer Fulton.  Putting in a few miles before work?”
    Wayne shakes his head and wanders closer until, to my delight, he’s only about six inches away, looming over me.  “Shift rotation.  I’ve actually got Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off for the next four weeks.  Only happens a couple of times a year.”
    The desire to ask him out pounds inside my head like a hammer.  “Welcome to weekends off,” I say instead.  “Your girlfriend must be happy to have you around.”  Not the dumbest thing I could have said, I realize, but close.  A few extra-hard pumps from my heart become the