“Did you think of your subs as lovers?” Christian’s brow creases once more, but this time he’s thinking. He turns the Saab smoothly north once again. Where are we going? “No. They were sexual partners,” he murmurs, his voice cautious again. “You’re my only lover. And I want you to be more.” Oh… there’s that magical word again, brimming with possibility. It makes me smile, and inside I hug myself, my inner goddess radiating joy.