Page 93 of Bedroom Therapy

“Any way. All ways,” she answered. “But I’m glad we solved your problem. Because I know it was bothering you. And it would have kept eating at you—even if I kept assuring you that it didn’t matter.”

“So you devised a week of torture for us both.”

“I figured that the hornier we got, the more chance we had of success. Only we didn’t make it through a week.”

“Horny. That’s a nice, scientific way to put it, Dr. O’Neal.”

“I’m rather proud of my deductive reasoning skills.”

They grinned at each other. She hadn’t felt this good in years.

“Well, I think that we’d better test your hypothesis, to make sure it’s not a one-time deal.”

“I’m sure it’s not.”

“Good. Because we’re going to have a little role reversal.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, afraid she already knew the answer.

“This time, you’re the one who gets tied to the bed. Honorary bonds of course. Put your hands out to the sides, and don’t move them unless I give you permission. And maybe for this round, I’ll put a pillow under your hips, and you’ll wear an honorary blindfold, too.”

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