One wild quickie wasn’t enough. Now Rae can’t seem to stop, but she has to. Rae’s best friend admits that she’s in love with The Dom of The Devilhouse and Lizzy saw him first, so Rae decides to put an end to their affair, though she must continue Domme training so she can work at The Devilhouse to pay for college. When a scene goes so horribly wrong that it could screw up Rae’s life, Wulf rescues her. She’s emotional, she’s grateful, and she can’t keep her hands off him. EXCERPT: Wulf sat in his office chair and rolled himself to his desk. “The business files are in our accountant’s office,” he said, as if he had never leapt out of his chair. “You should peruse them.” “Right,” Rae said. “Just in case I’m related to any more of the spank-and-wankers.” Humor returned to Wulf’s blue eyes. He adjusted his tie knot with a practiced tug. “Yes. Can’t have that.” “You know, Wulf, maybe I shouldn’t work here.” Rae stared at her hands and flexed her rough fingers. She really needed to paint her nails, whether she was going to work at The Devilhouse or not. “I’m too much of a liability. Girls like Lizzy and Georgie, who are both from Back East, don’t know anyone around here. I’m connected to half the state, even politicians and police chiefs and judges and drug lords and coyotes from across the Border. I don’t want to cause trouble.” “You don’t have to worry about The Devilhouse or me, Reagan.” She looked up when he used her full name. Usually, she didn’t like it, but Wulf tended to use more formal names, and on his lips, it sounded different, more polite. He continued, “This establishment has special licenses from the state for its operation, and our clientele is our best asset.” “Evidently. Man, I thought you were going to kill Jim Bob.” “Oh, I never think about killing people.” Rae glanced up at his icy eyes. That was a whole lot of denial for such an exaggerated cliché. It didn’t take a psychology major or a Shakespearean actor to notice that Wulf doth protest too much. However, maybe his reasoning came from having been on the wrong end of a rifle. “Um, well, I can’t believe you called Mayor Harding,” Jim Bob’s uncle and her uncle, too, “and that he comes here.” “Yes, and that’s another reason why you should remain employed at The Devilhouse. I told your cousin that I would protect you. If you return home, Jim Bob might not be so tractable. He might try his assault again.” “I didn’t think about that.” Crud. She was kind of trapped, at least as far as working at The Devilhouse was concerned. However, Lizzy’s feelings were still foremost in Rae’s mind. “There’s another problem, though.” Wulf leaned in and rested his elbows on the desk. “What is that?” She couldn’t narc on Lizzy crushing on Wulf, either. “This seems wrong.” “What does?” “The way that we always,” and she wasn’t sure what to call it because neither making love nor screwing seemed right, “can’t help ourselves.” Wulf smiled a little more. “Well, then,” he said, “we will refrain.” No! Dang it, her brain couldn’t decide what it wanted. Yet, if she and Wulf could just have a business relationship, then Rae wouldn’t be betraying Lizzy at every opportunity. “Okay.” “Do you have any other reservations about working here, other than our lack of self-control?” “Just that, well, I don’t know.” Again, she always seemed to be on the verge of saying something obnoxious and judgmental. “I just don’t get why these guys would want to be spanked.” Wulf’s smile betrayed nothing but calm amusement. “I believe that we were just about to have a training session.” “Um, yeah. But we just talked about that.” Wulf licked his lips, and even though his expression barely changed, Rae had the uncomfortable association of a wolf about to rush a wide-eyed lamb. He asked, “If I spank you and you like it, you’ll stay here and work for me, ja?”