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weighing how much she could keep to herself and still satisfy Charlotte. Sex talk actually embarrassed her.
    “So he spanked you?” Charlotte was a therapist, more specifically, she was a sex therapist, and while she never revealed anything a patient said to her, Lola knew she’d heard some amazing things. Facts slipped out in phrases like Did you know some people actually do— insert kinky act —or they try doing— insert an even kinkier act ? Charlotte knew all about kinky acts.
    “He made me hold on to this old-fashioned wooden chair. You know, the kind they used to have in schools ages ago. Hard and straight-backed.”
    Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “Must be something from childhood. Like he had an old nun as a teacher who used to paddle him, and he’s re-creating the experience.”
    “He said he likes the power of a good spanking.” Lola immediately regretted the words. Gray’s history wasn’t her business, and she shouldn’t share it.
    Charlotte, however, moved on. “Did you like it?”
    Lola tipped her head. “Have you ever been spanked? As an adult, I mean?”
    “No. But I’ve heard it can be quite satisfying. And if you agree with that, I might have to try it.” She shrugged. “As a therapist, I should probably try everything.”
    “I—” Lola started, stopped. “It—” She stopped again. Then she let herself go. “It was absolutely amazing.” She lowered her voice as if the boys could hear through the closed door and over the sound of video gunfire. “I actually had an orgasm.” Her face heated in the darkness. She hoped Charlotte couldn’t see. And she didn’t mention the brass balls.
    “Oh, you dirty little bitch.” Charlotte laughed. “You’re a closet submissive. Would you let him do it again?”
    In a heartbeat. “Yes, I think I would.”
    “Did you have sex after he spanked you?”
    Lola shook her head.
    “Did he come, jerk off”—Charlotte lifted her shoulders—“blow job?”
    Lola shook her head. “No, he just spanked me.” Was that bad? Did it mean he didn’t want her? Or that he was impotent? Except that he certainly hadn’t felt impotent. He’d been hard and throbbing against her.
    “Hmm,” Charlotte mused. “He’s probably a control freak. Like he won’t let himself come in your presence because it diminishes his power.”
    “Really? Do you have patients who are into this kind of thing? Like doms?”
    She didn’t confirm. “Are you seeing him again?”
    “If the boys misbehave.”
    Charlotte snorted. “Oh, like that’ll never happen.” Then she smiled, batted her eyelashes. “He could be the man for you.”
    Lola rolled her eyes. “It’s just sex.”
    “Which is very, very good,” Charlotte agreed. “But you need more. You need a man in your life.”
    Lola shook her head emphatically. “I don’t need a relationship. Men are too much work.”
    “ Mike was too much work. You haven’t had a real relationship since he burned you.”
    Her ex-husband was one of those men who wanted perfection and was woefully disappointed when he discovered Lola wasn’t perfect. Unfortunately, being an idiotic, starry-eyed twenty-three-year-old, Lola didn’t understand that until after they were married and Mike decided she needed a few more adjustments . He tried to instruct her on the proper way to behave, the proper way to dress, to wear her hair, her makeup, even her proper weight, how to cook, to treat his friends, to . . . well, how to do everything . And nothing she did was good enough. So, after five years, he found perfection in another woman. Lola had pitied her.
    But she’d learned she wasn’t relationship material, and ten years later, she was happy on her own. “I like being in control of my own life.”
    “I’m in control of my life, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want a man around. I just haven’t found the right one yet.” Charlotte had fallen hard five times. She’d practically been on the church doorstep, but she’d never