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she asked, her own voice pretty husky. “Because I was on a site called Submissive Sweets and I could do that. I also saw a site about female domination. I can’t remember the name, but the men on there seemed to be having a good time.” He stared at her, images, ideas, fantasies tripping through his mind as he tried to reconcile the words with the beautiful face he knew so well. The Sara Jo Bradford he knew did not know about sexual submission and domination.
    “They have free Wi-Fi here?”
    “Ten bucks a day.” She grinned up at him then. “Totally worth it.” I could do that . She’d actually said that. He still couldn’t believe it. She could submit, to him, sexually. That’s what she’d said. He had to remember this was Sara. No matter how she was talking. He almost asked what all she’d seen on the site, but decided he would never live through hearing her tell him and he was suddenly quite sure she would tell him. Probably in detail.
    Shouldn’t she at least be blushing when saying this stuff? Shouldn’t that stuff disgust her, or make her nervous, or something ? Instead, she was talking and meeting his eyes as if she was not only willing, but fully ready to take whatever he could give her.
    She had no idea the things he wanted to give her.

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    “You are so not the submissive type.” He didn’t go for submissive though. He liked active participation. Very active.
    “I’m not?”
    “Did Submissive Sweets not define submission?”
    “It wasn’t necessary,” she said dryly. “As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words.” Right. He almost grinned. “Then you figured out it means doing what you’re told. No questions or arguments. Not your strong trait.”
    “When does spanking come into the equation?”
    Again, he was speechless.
    “I haven’t looked at any spanking sites. I’ve seen some listed, though.” Now spanking was something that would do Sara some good. “No spanking.” He tried very hard to remember the Christmas he’d given her the kitten. The thing she’d wanted most. Innocent, cute, simple—
    those were good things. Things he associated with Sara. Kinky sex talk—not as much.
    “Okay, no spanking,” she said. “Yes to dragon tattoos.”
    “Right.” He finished off his beer.
    “Let’s go.” She turned, picked up her flip-flop sandals from the sand, slipped her hand in his and started toward the beach condos.
    “Where are you going?” he asked, pulling her up short.
    “To the tattoo place.”
    He pulled his hand free of hers. “No. No tattoos. Nothing permanent.” Like ruined friendships, for instance.
    “I’ll sneak out later.” She slid close. “Unless you’re going to sleep with me. To keep an eye on me.
    Then I probably couldn’t get out without you knowing.”
    He stared down at her. It was just a big game of chicken, he realized. She didn’t think he’d let her do it, so she felt confident talking big, driving him crazy, making him nuts.
    There was no way she’d go through with it.
    “You’re right. Let’s go now. This way I know they’ll get the dragon right.” He started for the front gate of the resort, Sara in tow.
    The cab ride to the shop called, creatively, Body Art, was short.
    When they stepped through the doors, Mac finally breathed deep. This was perfect. It was dark, smelled of incense and was wallpapered in various designs for use by the artists. Totally not the kind of place Sara would be comfortable.
    Then he frowned at the top of her head as she passed through the door in front of him. She had been here before. She sure didn’t seem uncomfortable.
    “What do you like?” he asked, gesturing at the designs on the wall.
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    “You rethinking the dragon on my ass?”
    He stifled a chuckle. “Not necessarily. It is smokin’.” He dropped his gaze to the object of conversation.
    She wiggled it for him as she muttered,