“You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!”

“Well hell. He’d gotten sucked right into caring for this little bundle of troubles.”

“Gabi to Marcus "I can't believe out of one hundred thousand sperm, you were the fastest!”

“You hae only one thing you may control tonight - whether to use your safe word or not. Otherwise all the decisions, all the choices, are mine. Everything is in my hands. (Jake to Kallie)”

“Use your safe word if you get scared, honey.”“I’m fine.” Her voice came out husky.“Yes, you are, aren’t you?”

“She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like she’d really believe he was a dom at all? “Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure you’re Master Marcus?”“Why would you think I’m not Master Marcus?” he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadn’t changed yet or something. “The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?”He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughter—amazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass.”

“You want company, sugar?”Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she could only nod.“Good answer. You saved yourself a fight.”