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happened when they left here.
    They should. He wanted her to know he didn’t just want her here. He wanted her forever.
    “We need to talk,” he said as he walked up behind her and pushed her into the shower.
    He stepped in behind her, moving with her to the center of the large tile enclosure.
    “What are we talking about?” She glanced up at him shyly.
    “Condoms.”
    “Ah,” she said with a nod.
    “I’ve been tested and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since my last test and that was about three months ago. I also know you’re on the pill.”
    Her brow creased into a frown. She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off.
    “I’ve seen you take them, I didn’t rummage through your purse.”
    “Oh,” she replied softly, looking a little relieved. “Well. I’m tested every year as part of my exam with my OBGYN and I’m good. As for the pill, I haven’t missed any so we’re good there.” She sighed and shook her head. “This feels weird.”
    Marcus chuckled and turned her so her back was to him. “Why does it feel weird?”
    “I don’t know. It just does. I know it’s important and all, it just feels like we’re … I don’t know. It feels almost like a business discussion.”
    Marcus squeezed her shoulders. “We should be able to talk about anything.” He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. “No matter what it is.” He placed another kiss on her shoulder. “Now that we’ve talked about the safety thing and I no longer have to use those damn condoms.”
    She glanced at him over her shoulder and her lips lifted slightly.
    “We can now move on to the punishment.”
    “You were serious about that?”
    He smiled slightly as he pushed her forward toward the shower wall. He lifted her hands and placed her palms against the damp tile. He could feel the increase in her breathing as he pressed his chest against her back.
    “Don’t move,” he whispered.
    He released his hands from her wrists and grabbed the cuffs that hung from the ceiling. He gave them a gentle tug, lowering them to her wrist level. She glanced up and frowned.
    “Marcus, what the hell are you doing?”
    He placed one cuff around her wrist and clicked it shut. “Do you trust me?”
    He waited for her answer, holding the other cuff against her forearm, but not actually putting it around her arm. She thought for a second or so, then nodded slowly. Marcus clicked the cuff closed and leaned down to kiss her cheek.
    “You know I would never hurt you,” he whispered in her ear and she again nodded.
    *
    Sinclair wasn’t sure what to make of any of this. She’d never imagined she might like being tied up, but right now, her heart raced like a runaway train and not from fear. Did she really have some sort of weird bondage fetish? And how could she not have known that about herself?
    To top that, how could she not have known Marcus had such a dominant streak? She liked it—a lot.
    With her arms bound above her head and her breasts pressed against the cold damp tile, she could hardly move. With every breath she took her nipples brushed against the slick walls and she bit her lower lip at the wicked sensations cursing through her body.
    Marcus brushed his hands down her arms, then lower along her spine to the flare of her hips. His touch was gentle but at the same time so sensual. It made her want to arch and purr. The shower began to fill with steam, which enveloped them in a foggy atmosphere that only added to the whole seductive scene.
    Who would’ve imagined a shower could be so wicked? Not her, that’s for damn sure. Obviously, her sex life up to now had been quite boring. Marcus promised to liven it up and her heart skipped a beat as she imagined all the possibilities.
    “I’ll be right back,” he whispered, then gave her ass a not-so-gentle tap.
    She gasped at the sting that sent sharp pangs of pleasure to her core. She heard Marcus leave the shower and tried to turn her head to see what he was