Bad Boy Secrets by Seraphina Donavan, Wicked Muse

prepared her for the lengths that Reed pushed her to.  “So, how did you discover that this was something that you were in to?”
                  He rolled to his back and sighed, staring up at the beadboard ceiling of the porch.  “You really want to do this now?  Dissect our sexual histories?”
                  “Yes, I do.”
                  “It’s quid pro quo, Cass.  Every secret I reveal means I get one back.”
                  She thought about it, briefly considered withdrawing the request, but then she knew she couldn’t.  She had to know.  “Okay.”
                  “When I was in the army, I became involved with a woman who... well, let’s just say that she outranked me, by a lot.  I was a kid.  Maybe nineteen.  When she told me what she wanted, I was stunned... but gradually, she introduced me to a world that was totally outside of anything I’d ever imagined.”
                  “Do you miss that?”
                  “No... I don’t.  I like what we have, Cass.  I like the fact that I can spank you, play rough with you and fuck you until we’re both mindless... I also like the fact that I don’t have to do that.  That I can climb into a white, ruffle covered bed and make love to you....Now, it’s my turn.  Why the questions, Cass?  Why now?”
                  “This just isn’t what I thought it would be.  I figured we’d have a little bit of fun, maybe a few weekends here and there, but that eventually we’d get bored with one another and go our separate ways.”
                  Reed rose up on his elbow, staring down at her.  With her flaming hair fanned out on the pillow and her skin still bearing the red marks from his whiskers, she was a feast for the senses.  “And you’re not bored yet?”
                  She shook her head, biting her lip as she considered her answer.  “No.  Not even close.  If possible, I want you more now than I ever did before.”
                  “Why is that a bad thing, Cass?”
                  “It’s my turn to ask questions,” she said. 
                  She wasn’t going to distract him from it, but he let her take the lead.  “Fine, ask one.”
                  “What’s going to happen if you get bored before I do?”
                  So that was it, he thought.  That’s where the questions and insecurities were coming from.      Cass was the one who walked away, never invested in relationships, never intending to stick around, and she was afraid now that he would want out first.  There were things he needed to say to her, but he knew she wasn’t ready to hear them.  So instead, he said, “That’s not going to happen.  How could I ever get bored with you?  You challenge me at every turn.  You never do what I expect you to, and just when I think I have you figured out, you go and change the rules on me.  Like you did tonight.”
                  “Half of Gresham County will be talking about us over breakfast,” she said. 
                  “Only half?”
                  “The other half are talking about us right now.”
                  Pulling her to him, he pressed her down into the mattress, a feral look on his face, “Then let’s give them something to talk about.”

CHAPTER SIX
                  Reed walked into his office, noting that the place even smelled different since Cass had been around.  She was out that morning, dress shopping with Evie.  Still she’d come in early and organized everything he would need for the day.  His files were out and stacked on his desk in order of their appointment time.  She’d even set the timer on the coffee pot, so it was brewing as he walked in.  It wasn’t because of their personal relationship either.  Cass had a