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  "But we're strangers."

  Ryan chuckled. "Not for long. I wanted you from the moment I saw you."

  "What if everyone finds out?" she asked guiltily. She was a respectable person. A straight person. Things like this didn't happen to her.

  "Are you going to tell them?"

  "Of course not."

  "Then relax and enjoy. I can keep my mouth shut."

  This gorgeous man had read her written plea, knew what she craved and wanted to act it out with her. Was that so bad? Hell no. This might be the only crazy thing she did in her life and she desperately wanted to run with it.

  His hands moved down her back, his thumb tracing down the nodules of her spine one bump at a time so that her nipples tightened. He cupped her bottom squeezing and kneading her butt cheeks and she wondered what it would feel like when he touched her everywhere else. "You are beautiful," he growled. "Too stunning to lock yourself away."

  A wave of lust, raw and powerful rushed through her. Ever since she'd been a young woman, she'd fantasized that a hot stranger would take her, that he would take away all her responsibilities and all her worries just for a short time. She wanted to indulge in her lust for one night. This was a dream come true. Too exciting, too powerful to deny. That this man she'd wanted to date before her nerves had stopped her, was taking the initiative, was powerfully erotic.

  He swept her up and laid her on her bed. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the semi darkness. There was enough light from the bathroom to make out his form and he was perfect in his nakedness. With her hands bound behind her back, she couldn't touch him but she could see his broad shoulders and well defined arms. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside her and her gaze swept over his silhouetted body, rippling with strength. His torso was a strong vee from shoulders to hips and his thighs bulged with muscle.

  "Mine," he growled. He straddled her, leaned forward and gripped her hair in both hands, squeezing tightly so that the roots of her hair burned. She opened her lips to protest but he planted his lips on hers.

  The man could kiss. He moved his lips in a sensual rhythm, commanding and sure.

  Emotion well up inside her and the frozen wedge in her heart softened. She could do this. She wanted Ryan. Had liked him from the moment she'd seen him. Needed him with a craving edged with lonesomeness and desire. His tongue found hers, gliding, tasting and testing. Cari matched his rhythm, her own tentatively meeting his as she felt her way, learning him. Happiness filled her as any fleeting negative thoughts, that she shouldn't be doing this wild and wonderful thing, floated away.

  Ryan broke the kiss and released her hair, moving to graze his lips along her jawline as if wanting to taste every little bit of her.

  She closed her eyes and raised her chin to give him access to her throat. His nips and kisses sent ripples of pleasure through her so that her nipples pebbled. He bit the place where her neck met her shoulder and she gasped and squirmed with excitement. She rolled her hips against his erection craving him.

  Ryan shifted his hips so she couldn't get herself off. "You will not orgasm until I allow it."

  "But I need you."

  "You'll wait until I allow it. Understand?"

  "Yes." A thread of relief wove its way through her. She didn't have to take responsibility. Just enjoy.

  He shifted his weight onto his elbows and cupped both of her breasts, weighing them in his hands. He licked over her nipples, first one and then the other.

  Cari moaned with pleasure. His admiration liberated her and she pressed her breasts into his mouth wanting what he could give her. His tongue was hot and insistent as he laved her teats until they ached and then he kissed down her abdomen.

  "Open your legs, Cari," he ordered.

  A wave of uncertainly swept over her. This man was a stranger. And yet his touch, his scent, his manner all felt so good. Every part of her craved release and Ryan knew how to touch her.

  "Do it or use your safe word."

  Did she want him to stop? Did she want to return back to that hideous uncertainly, where it was easier to linger in loneliness than move forward?

  "Now," Ryan ordered.

  The command shuddered through her resistance, overriding her anxiety. She opened her legs a fraction both scared and delighted. This was what she dreamed about. What would Rob think? The little negative voice whirled inside her mind like a record stuck in an unrelenting groove. Rob was dead. Dead. Move on Cari.

  Ryan licked along the seam of her sex and over the hood of her clitoris. Her hips rolled and she expelled a large breath.

  He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips and licked over and over her clit. Cari's hips jackknifed from the intensity of the pleasure. Every fear, every worry flew away like birds on a breeze. Nothing else existed in her mind except what he was doing.

  "Open your thighs more."

  The thrum of his deep voice resonated through her body. She wanted to obey him, was safe in her obedience and the thrill of what he was doing and yet the newness of her extraordinary situation left some resistance. She edged her thighs apart just enough. Was she really going to let a stranger make her come and fuck her? This was not the prim proper English teacher who worked at Karim's fancy private college.

  Ryan put his thumbs either side of her labia and opened her to his lips. He laved over her tip, keeping his motion rhythmic until she lost all sense of time and little shudders of pleasure started to build in the small of her back. Cari let out a deep moan when he moved his hands and clamped them on her thighs. She'd never had anything so sexy happen to her in her life.

  Exposed and open to him, he thrust his tongue deep inside her. Her back arched and she trembled from head to foot as tiny flutters of ecstasy ran through her. She squeezed down on his tongue, wanting more, needing his cock.

  Ryan rose to his feet. "That is how I want you. Quivering. Needing me to take you." Without his insistent attention, Cari snapped her legs shut.

  "Open your legs." He stalked from the bed and switched the bedside light on exposing her to his gaze. Her traitorous sex throbbed wanting him back.

  A small voice ticked over in her head. Rob's dead, Cari. He wouldn't like to see you so sad, so lonely. It's time.

  Oh dear god, here she was bound, wet and open for Ryan. In the semi-darkness, she saw him pick up another tie, took her ankle and tied the silk rope around it and attached it to the bedpost. He took a condom out of its wrapper and threw it onto the bed beside her, with a sardonic smile.

  She took a deep breath of relief. This was a mad fantasy and yet it was so, so sexy. Just the sight of his naked, commanding presence made her long for him. She'd never seen such a handsome man in his prime. Not one ounce of fat marred his body. In the light Ryan was well hung too, his cock standing straight out in front of him, its nob thick and heavy.

  When he bound her other leg, she knew there was no going back.

  "I've never seen a woman so beautiful." He stroked his finger over her engorged clit and she moaned.

  "You want this." It wasn't a question.

  She licked her lips, staring at him, totally overwhelmed. She nodded.

  "You'll get it when you please me. I'm going to make you come." He dipped his fingers into her wetness and smeared it over the head of his cock. Climbing back onto the bed, he positioned himself between her legs.

  She was going to be taken.

  Instead, leaning forward and taking his weight on one elbow, he moved the head of his cock over her swollen clit, rubbing it back and forward.

  No man had ever done this move to her before and she didn't want him to stop. He rubbed it all over her slit, up and down but not entering her. It was maddening. Slivers of excitement threaded through her, building where they had left off. Then a rush of pleasure streaked through her, wild and bold.

  Cari sucked in a deep breath and screamed as it built higher and higher. She bucked and writhed against her bonds, the sensation overwhelming. Finally she quietened and Ryan slipped the condom o
ver his cock and drove into her.

  He was full and thick, stretching and filling her.

  Cari closed her eyes lost in the sheer pleasure of being taken. Taking his weight on his elbows, he cupped both breasts, pinching her nipples and slid in and out of her.

  She could feel herself panting. His man was sensational. She could only think of now. Not the past. Not the future. Now. When she came again, it was with a series of orgasms that started right within her core.

  Aware of Ryan's deep moans intermingling with hers she released all her fears, savored her pleasure until she was totally spent.

  "Sleep now," Ryan said and she did.

  The next morning Cari awoke. Shifting onto her side she turned to face Ryan. He wasn't there. She sat and stared around her bedroom. No one. His clothes, which had been bundled on her bedroom chair weren't there. The bed sheets and coverlet were neatly tucked around her as if nothing had happened last night. She sat and threw the bed linen off her. There were slight red rash grazes on her breasts and her nipples were swollen. Her body was pleasantly sore. She'd had sex last night. It hadn't been a dream.

  Cari jumped out of bed, put on her robe and walked into her lounge. No one. On the other side of the room, Annabel's bedroom door was closed and she could hear the soft snores of her boyfriend reverberating. They wouldn't be up until midday. It wasn't as if she could ask if they had seen Ryan.

  Disappointed, Cari made herself a cup of tea and checked her cell phone. No messages. Nothing of interest. She sat on the lounge taking a long sip of her hot tea. What was she to make of last night? Would she see Ryan again?

  Then she noticed her precious diary, which she'd left on the coffee table, was gone.

  Chapter 3

  Ryan lay under his early 80's red Chevy Corvette tightening a bolt. It hadn't taken him long to find why his beautiful car rattled. He'd done a four-year mechanical engineering degree along with four years in the army. He loved fixing things. There was nothing he couldn't mend, which meant in a town like Karim, it would be easy to start a business. He wasn't worried. He owned his own condo in the new part of town along with numerous investments. His and Jet's family, the Maks, owned half of Karim. With comfortable savings - there'd been nothing to spend his money on in the god forsaken hell hole in the Middle East - he could afford a few weeks of leisure.

  A car backfired in the background and he heard footsteps coming up his drive. He felt a kick on his boot. Ryan rolled out from under the car to see his cousin, Jet.

  "Hey, Ryan."

  "Hey." Ryan got to his feet and gave his cousin a high five.

  "What happened last night? I wanted you to help me give an exhibition."

  "I'm not into the tools, you know that." He'd been too busy working out what made Cari tick. Fortunately he'd learned well enough by following his instincts and the written instructions in her diary. He thought about how she'd quivered under him. Last night had been special.

  "You like spanking. We got some new paddles in. I wanted you to demonstrate them. How about tonight?"

  "Nah. Sorry. I'm busy. Besides hands work better for me. Makes it personal." Ryan wiped some oil off his hand with a rag. He liked spanking all right but he'd like to be spanking Cari if she wanted him too.

  Jet's ice-blue eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What would keep an unemployed man so busy he can't help his cousin out?"

  Ryan grinned. "A secret."

  "Tell."

  "Nah." Ryan laughed and opened the door that led from the garage into the kitchen. Jet loved finding out secrets and there were plenty of them in The Club. The man had a headful of salacious sex and sin. Ryan threw him an ice-cold beer and they went and sat on the porch.

  "So what were you up to last night? Preston Stevens saw you come in and then you left almost as soon as you came."

  "I was busy." Ryan took a long cold sip of his beer, enjoying Jet's interest. The cousins had hung out all their lives and he was one of the few people, apart from Jet's wife Lucy, who Jet was relaxed with.

  "I had a pretty sub I wanted to introduce you to," Jet said.

  "Not interested. I'm done with The Club."

  "What? Why?" Jet asked, clearly surprised. "Is it because of Kerry?"

  "Yeah. The place reminds me of her. Kerry and I had a lot of fun there but I'm not interested in random hook ups. I need something more. When I find out what happened to Kerry, I won't be going back."

  "That's a bit rough," Jet said, clearly disappointed.

  "I mean it, Jet," Ryan said. He noticed he still had grease on the back of his hand. He needed to shower and scrub up. He'd called Cari up and asked her out for dinner at Bella Bella Italiano. She'd said yes. Talk about doing the dating back to front with the sex coming before the date but he was prepared to do what was necessary. He liked this girl.

  "What are you smiling about in such a self satisfied way?"

  Ryan took a long sip of his beer. "Never mind."

  Jet sat up straight. "What are you up to? I didn't see you hook up with anyone at the club."

  "Check all my moves on the security cameras, did you?" Ryan asked with a grin.

  "Of course I did. You talked to Annabel and left. What was that about?"

  "Just saying hi. I enjoy Annabel's company and we haven't caught up properly since I've been back." Ryan's relationship was too new to discuss and he didn't want gossip hitting the club.

  Jet frowned. "You look like you got laid."

  Ryan just laughed.

  A Mercedes sports car drew up in Ryan's driveway.

  When the passenger window wound down, he saw it was Annabel. Conscious that Jet was beside him, Ryan strode down the steps and went to say hello to Annabel.

  She gave Jet a wave, and Ryan a kiss on the cheek. "I've never seen Cari so happy. Thank you."

  He grinned. "We have a date tonight."

  "I know. You realize she almost never leaves the house except for school. I had to drag her out for a coffee. I'm going away for a few days. Will you watch out for her?"

  "Sure. Look Annabel, I've seen grief do strange things to people. Brave guys go nuts and curl up into little balls. Some people need help to make it pass."

  "But it has been two years since Rob died. I've been trying to get Cari into therapy for a year. She won't go. I don't know what else to do."

  "Maybe Cari's a homebody," Ryan said.

  "Yes, she is, but it's more than that," Annabel said. "Look at the way she couldn't go out on a date with you and she's attracted to you."

  "Well, it's early days. She's accepted a date tonight. Let's see how that goes." Grief was a weird animal. Some people moved through it faster than others. Not everyone wanted therapy. He got that.

  Relief passed over Annabel's face. "I love my twin. Since Mom and Dad passed away, she's all I've got."

  Annabel's sub, who sat in the driver's seat, put his hand on her knee and gave it a squeeze. "You've got me, hon."

  Annabel gave the man next to her a smile. "Ryan, have you met my boyfriend, Con?"

  Ryan remembered Annabel's sub kissing her thigh last night. "Not formally."

  "Pleased to meet you, Ryan. I'm taking Annabel to my ranch for the night," Con said, with his Texan drawl.

  "So I'll have Cari all to myself," Ryan said with a grin.

  "Keep an eye on my twin," Annabel said.

  Con backed out of the drive and Annabel blew him a kiss.

  He'd be keeping more than an eye on Cari, Ryan thought. After all, he had her diary. He knew what her deepest desires were and he looked forward to discovering more.

  Cari slid on sexy lace undies with relish. Ryan was coming to pick her up and take her out for dinner. Cari hadn't dated anyone since Rob had died two years ago. The shock from Rob's sudden heart attack had been devastating. They'd been having their anniversary dinner out and he'd collapsed and so had her world. Suddenly her life, her dreams had disappeared and all future plans with it. How could such a healthy fit man like Rob collapse from a split aorta at twenty-n
ine?

  She'd carried on teaching at her Manhattan private school working long hours. The stability of her job had helped except she didn't feel connected to the world around her. She prayed that moving to be with Annabel, the one person she could confide in would make a difference, and now she'd met Ryan.

  She had no idea if this relationship would go anywhere, it was way too early for that, yet she looked forward to seeing him. She didn't know him but happiness had been a stranger for a long time. Ryan gave her hope.

  She slid her dress up her thighs and tied it at the back of her neck. It was low cut with a tight fitting bodice and a flared skirt. Opening her wardrobe, she pulled out a killer pair of silver high heels to go with the flimsy sage-colored silk dress. She could do this.

  A tremor of nerves passed through her. What would she talk about to Ryan? What if she froze and felt ill like she'd done in the past when men had asked her out after Rob's death? There was a difference though. She'd had fantastic sex with Ryan. That had to count for something.

  Clamping down on her nerves, Cari outlined her bright-blue eyes with dark brown eyeliner so that they look luminous. She was aiming for smart sexy, given their encounter last night. On looking in the mirror, she could still see some of the sadness that lingered there, but her eyes had a clearer look now. A sparkling expression of expectation.

  She heard a knock on the door and sprang up to get it. Ryan was right on time. She tottered on her high heels to answer the door.

  "Hi, Cari." His gaze lit up taking in her outfit. He kissed her on the lips. "You look beautiful."

  "Thanks."

  "Ready?"

  "Sure." Luckily Ryan had no idea how difficult this was for her. Going on a date was like she was rewriting her past by changing her present with something positive. She grabbed her handbag and headed to his perfectly polished, red Chevy. Ryan opened the car door for her and she focused on her breathing, trying not to stress. It was hell being shy.