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before.
    “If we ever do that, it will only be because you want to and you expressly ask for it. And by all that is holy, the moment you say ‘untie me, Holt’ you are fucking free. Do you understand?”
    “Umm hmm.”
    He looked up at her and tried to smile, but she could still see anger simmering behind his eyes. He sat in the seat next to her, but didn’t let go of her. “I mean it, Bella. It’s a partnership. We’re in this together. Anytime you want me to stop what I am doing, no matter what it is… If I’m fucking you and a breath away from coming and you don’t like something, you say your safe word and that’s it. It stops.”
    “My…safe word?”
    He blinked. “You do know what a safe word is?”
    She blew out a breath. “I read. Of course I know what a safe word is. I just…well, I don’t have one. Hell, I don’t even know how to pick one.”
    “It’s easy.” He stroked her palm with his thumb. “Some people go with ‘red light’, because red means stop. Some people pick a word they might normally use, but would never say during sex. Like…bacon.” He shot her a playful grin.
    “No.” She tapped her lips. “I might say that during sex.”
    His chuckle warmed the room. “Okay then. What would you never say during sex?”
    She snorted.
    “What?”
    “Oh, it’s…God. The one word I would never ever say during sex?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Kristi.”
    He gaped at her, then threw back his head and laughed. “Yeah, that would kill the mood I guess.”
    She frowned at him. She’d forgotten. He had a thing for her sister. “ It would kill the mood for me. Might spur you on.” She didn’t mean to say it quite like that, with so much bitterness. But she did.
    He noticed. His lips tightened. “It would not spur me on.”
    “Tell me you don’t have a crush on her.”
    “I don’t.”
    “Everyone has a crush on her.”
    “I don’t.”
    “I saw the way you looked at her the last time we were all here . I saw—”
    “I fucking don’t. Get this through your thick, stubborn head, Bella. I’ve never had a thing for Kristi. Not the way I—” He broke off. A red tide rose on his cheeks.
    He would have leapt to his feet—escaped, perhaps, but she held tight to his hand. “Not the way you what?”
    He blew out a breath. Scrubbed his face with a palm. “We’ve covered this Bella.” He met her wary gaze. “You’re the one I want.”
    “Right now. You know. ‘Cause I’m here and all.”
    “You’re the one I want.”
    Something, maybe the waver in his tone, convinced her. At least for now. She was the one he wanted. For now. She would take what she could get.
    “Okay then. Kristi it is.”
    He blinked. “What?”
    Her lips curved in a sly smile. “My safe word. Is Kristi. And if it spurs you on, I’ll kill you.”

 
Chapter Seven
     
    Once their negotiations were finished, Holt suggested—with the waggle of his brow—that they hop into the hot tub before they began. Since Bella wanted to take a quick shower first, she asked him to dig her bathing suit out of her suitcase, which she shouldn’t have done.
    Because she’d forgotten.
    She’d stopped by the supplier on the way to the island and the samples were tucked in her bag.
    Yeah.
    Dildos and floggers and the dreaded nipple clamps.
    She stepped out of the bathroom to find him sitting on the living room floor with toys strewn all around him like a kid at Christmas.
    “Oh, hell.” Heat crawled up her cheeks as she watched him finger a leather collar with metal studs. “Give me that.” She snatched it from him. She did not understand the glint in his eye. “What?” she snapped.
    “You know, when a sub takes a collar from her Master, it has a special meaning.”
    She tried to glower, but his grin was too engaging. “I am not taking a collar from you—”
    “Yeah, I think you just did—” He winked.
    “And you are not my Master.” Yet.
    He arched a brow. They had agreed to one trial session. With her as the