Page 53 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

And then she wrapped her arms around him and Trent didn’t need a second invitation. He hugged her back, inhaling the smell of her. She smelled like cotton candy and flowers and it was a scent he’d missed in recent weeks.

She drew back and Trent worried she’d boot him out again.

“So how have you been?” he asked.

She didn’t push him away, just nodded her head once and said, “Good. I’m seeing a new therapist.”

“Oh?”

“A sex therapist.”

And that almost made Trent smile. “Oh really?” he asked with a wiggle of his brows, trying to make light of the matter.

She smiled a bit, looking away for a second almost as if in embarrassment before meeting his eyes. “I always thought sex therapists were crackpots. You know, secret nymphomaniacs who got their rocks off listening to other people’s problems. But then I met Dorien.”

“Hmm . . . a woman, eh? I know how fond you are of women.”

She hit him in the arm. Trent felt hope. She seemed different with him. Almost happy to see him. “Don’t remind me of that.”

“Sorry,” he said with a teasing grin.

She shook her head. “Anyway, Dorien’s been a big help.”

“Did she prescribe some more sex toys?”

“Trent,” Bree scolded. “Of course not.”

“Just checking.”

And then she smiled—a real smile, one that tugged the corners of her mouth up and made dimples appear in her cheeks. Lord help him, he loved those dimples.

“Actually, she gave me some very good advice. Advice that I’ve been dying to try.”

And suddenly Trent went on alert. He didn’t know why, but he suspected that “advice” had to do with him.

“She told me to have sex with you.”

He couldn’t help it. He laughed. “Wait. Isn’t that how this all started?”

“Yes,” she said, not cracking a smile. “But this time I need you to be the aggressor.”

“Excuse me?”

She took a step toward him. “You need to tie me up.”

“Excuse me?”

“I know that sounds strange, but when Dorien explained it to me it made perfect sense. I think I need to give you control. All this time I’ve been calling the shots, telling you what to do. But that’s not what I should do to try to help myself. I need to relinquish control in order to regain it, if that makes sense.”

No, actually, it didn’t. “Bree, that’s a crazy idea. Obviously, you haven’t given this much thought—”

She kissed him. And, damn, but he hadn’t even seen her move. One minute she was standing there and the next she kissed him in a way that made his fantasies seem like sawdust.

How the hell did she do it?

“Tie me up, Trent,” she said against his lips. “I need you to.”

He shouldn’t do it. He knew he shouldn’t. But he didn’t have the Willpower to say no.

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