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Her eyes flew to his. “Do we have to do dinner?” she asked.

“I want you to get to know my family, Riss. I want them to know you.”

Her heart constricted. It was sweet, but that felt like a lot of pressure she wasn’t ready for.

He must have sensed her hesitation because he cupped her chin and gave her a reassuring gaze. “If it gets too uncomfortable for you, we can make our excuses and leave early. It’s guaranteed to last less than ninety minutes though because most of us like to be here early to make sure everything is ready for opening.”

She blew out a breath. “OK. I can live with that. Sorry I’m so nervous about these things.”

He stroked his thumb over her cheek. “It’s fine. I probably should have asked before I agreed to dinner.”

“What are we going to do in the dungeon tonight?” she asked as she swallowed the last of her coffee.

He leaned back against the couch and watched her. “I was thinking maybe I would let that be a surprise. Are there any other limits I need to know about?”

She thought about it for a minute. Lance was always respectful of boundaries. Were there places she wasn’t ready to go with him? She couldn’t decide.

“We’ll say no for now. I’ll use my slow down safeword to let you know if you’re stumbling into something I wasn’t prepared for.”

He leaned forward and kissed her. “Good girl. Go get dressed and we’ll get started.”

Marissa nodded and headed to the bathroom to shower and dress. Thoughts of surrendering to Lance in the dungeon tonight had her slipping into a skirt instead of her jeans as she dressed. Tonight suddenly couldn’t get here fast enough.

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