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the top button undone. The man exuded sex appeal. Muscular, strong, virile. He kept his left hand on the door and his right hung at his side. A half-empty bottle of beer teetered between his thumb and forefinger.
    “I’m not going to beg for answers, but I think you owe me an explanation.” She pushed past him and entered the apartment.
    He shut the door. As he faced her, he rubbed a hand down his bare torso. “I thought I was pretty clear.”
    “If you were, I wouldn’t be here.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re confusing me and I don’t like it. You have been at me for weeks about where I go at night. You take it upon yourself to find me.” Her voice lowered. “You claimed me, and then you left.”
    “I gave you what you wanted.” He set his beer on the table and approached her.
    She snorted. “You don’t truly believe that. You were in the room with me.”
    “I know.” A step closer. “You were incredible.”
    Tears blurred her vision. “Then why did you leave me? I held nothing back. Not with you.”
    “What of the others? Did you hold back with them?”
    Did his anger stem from jealousy? That was crazy. “We have to talk, Jase. I don’t think you understand what happens at Club Creed.”
    “I was there. I know exactly what happens.”
    She put her hand on his arm. The muscles in his forearms bunched and stiffened under her fingertips. “We had sex.” Emotions swirled in her tummy and pressure tightened her throat. “But you didn’t give me what I need.”
    “We both came.”
    “I can come with a vibrator. I don’t go to Club Creed to reach orgasm. I can do that on my own.” She did it nightly before she went to bed and dreamed about this man.
    “I found you in a sex club, bound and waiting for dick.”
    She’d be angry with his words if it weren’t for the pained expression darkening his eyes. She shook her head. “I knew you wouldn’t understand. That’s why I’ve never told you about the club. I know not everyone understands why a man or woman finds fulfillment in a BDSM lifestyle.”
    “I’m a cop, Miranda. I get off on forcing people to do what I say.” Jase sighed. “But I’m also a Dom. I always have been.” He pointed to the couch. “I feel like we’re in corners ready to come out fighting.”
    “I don’t want to fight either.” She sat and Jase took the chair across from her.
    Jase leaned forward and braced his forearms on his knees. “Your submission is a gift. A precious gift. You give that gift to strangers in a club.”
    “You’re wrong. I’ve never given myself to anyone the way I did with you. I enter into an agreement with the men at the club. I don’t care for them. They have no idea who I am.” She thumped her heart with her chest. “Not the way you know me. Those encounters are a performance. You were real.”
    “I am real and I care about you. If you just want to get beat up and then fucked, you can get that in the club. But that’s not what I want. And I won’t play. If you want to be with other men—” He stood and raked his fingers through his dark tousled hair. “Fuck.” Muscles flexed in his back.
    “I already told you that the bruises were a mistake. A scene went too far. And not that I haven’t, but I rarely have sex in the club.”
    “Don’t lie to me,” he said with a sharp edge to his voice. “I can handle the truth.”
    “Truth?” Her breathing grew shallow and her pulse spiked. He would either love and accept her needs or she had to be let go. She couldn’t have his love and affection in pieces. She needed him for so much more. “I’ve always craved the punishment,” she whispered. “Not the sex. But with you, I felt different. I want the pain, but even more, I just needed to be with you.”
    Silence stretched the moment. She bowed her head waiting for the condemnation. Unable to endure the scrutiny, she slowly lifted her gaze to his. A soft smile curled his mouth. Dark brows furrowed over slate gray