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men kiss before. The display shocked her, and aroused her. She saw tenderness, yes. But she could also see domination in Jordan and submission in Marcus.
    “Marcus, take her into the playroom. I’ll be there in a few moments.”
    Jordan walked off down the hall. Chastity watched him go, then turned back to Marcus. Such tenderness filled his eyes as he looked at her, she felt her throat tighten with tears.
    “Come on, sweetheart. The playroom is this way.” Since Marcus took her hand, she followed. She’d been afraid the arousal, the heat she’d felt at the club would have disappeared on the drive home. One of the things Blake had said about her to his mistress did ring true. Sexually, she had always been a cold woman. She believed herself completely incapable of feeling the kind of raging sexual heat she’d heard about—until tonight.

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    Chastity gasped when she entered the playroom. With marble flooring and light grey walls, the room immediately reminded her of a workout room.
    She supposed it was—a sexual workout room. She recognized the St. Andrew’s cross, a smaller version of the one in the room at the club. Chains hung from the ceiling, and the walls held erotic silhouette paintings showing people having sex, interspersed with peg boards that held some exotic-looking sex toys.
    Chastity didn’t recognize even half of the items. She did notice that most of the artistic renderings depicted three people, two men and a woman. The other thing that captured her attention was the massive glass-sided shower stall in the corner of the room, which is where Marcus led her.
    He slipped his robe over his shoulders, letting it pool on the floor.
    Chastity couldn’t take her eyes off him. Muscular, solid, he appeared more imposing naked than clothed, especially when she looked down at his erect cock.
    “I’ve been hard since Jordan phoned to tell me you’d walked into Reckless Abandon.” He reached a hand out and cupped her left breast.
    Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinched and pulled her nipple.
    “Very nice. You’ve got very sensitive breasts, my love.”
    “Her pussy is nice and sensitive, too.” Jordan walked slowly into the room, naked and hard and so delicious looking she nearly whimpered.
    “He’s hot, isn’t he?”
    Marcus’s question took her aback for only a moment. Then she answered him because the situation demanded nothing less than the truth. “Very.”
    The sound of running water seemed mundane compared to the exotic nature of the rest of the room’s décor. Taking her hand yet again, Marcus led her into the large cubicle and under the spray.
    Water rained onto her from above, below, and some place in between.

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    Wet and warm, the pulsating liquid soothed as it warmed, turning tense muscles more lax.
    “Tilt your head back, darling,” Marcus crooned. He worked shampoo into her hair, his fingers strong and talented as they massaged her scalp.
    “Oh, God.” Chastity felt the strength leech out of her muscles.
    Masculine chuckles caressed her flesh as surely as the heated spray.
    Then Jordan stepped into the shower with them. He slid an arm around her waist, tucking her in close to him.
    “Go ahead and let go, baby,” he crooned. “I’ve got you.” Closing her eyes to better absorb the sensations, she did as he asked, letting him take more of her weight. As water rained down to rinse the shampoo from her hair, she sensed Marcus moving around in front of her.
    Soap-covered hands massaged her breasts, her belly, making her moan in delight.
    “So you’ve only had two lovers,” Jordan said as Marcus continued to bathe her. “How many times in total do you figure you’ve had sex?”
    “How can you expect me to think?”
    Jordan laughed. “Try.”
    “Mmm….” She did try. She remembered that young man in university who’d been more interested in having his own orgasm in record time than in giving her any pleasure. He’d been her first, a