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Despite his reservations, Kahn began to look intrigued. “Does locking me in this room count as kidnapping? Because I recall kidnapping Matches was a ‘don’t’ on your computer dating presentation”

“We’re past dating. We’re onto Phazing, now. Please strip.” She held her breath, waiting to see if he’d really listen to her.

Kahn stared at her for a long moment, like he was trying to read her mind. “You want to be in control.” He finally murmured with a small nod.

“I guess so?” Her nerve began to falter again. “Unless you don’t feel comfortable with this game. I would never pressure you. So if you’d truly rather wait…”

Kahn yanked off his suit jacket. Fabric ripped, possibly because Randa had insisted he buy a smaller size, so she could admire his arms. His tie, which was covered in little alligators, went flying. He pulled his human dress shirt over his head without even unbuttoning it and tossed that aside, too. He was naked from the waist up in less than three seconds.

Randa gave a surprised laugh. He was going to let her do this! He understood what she needed. He was listening.

“God, I love playing with you.” Kahn unbuckled his belt, then reconsidered the order of operations. “Wait… Shoes first.” He toed off his battered boots (that he wasn’t supposed to be wearing with his nice groomsmen outfit) and then attacked his pants again. Now, he was totally nude and smiling eagerly.

“Okay.” He clapped his hands together. “I’ve been captured by a savage maiden in a bridesmaid dress. What does she want me to do?”

Randa had no idea.

Her eyebrows soared, astonished at how fast this was moving. Her plan was way more effective than she’d anticipated. That was bolstering news, except now she actually had to carry it out. How was she supposed to seduce him? What were the steps? She hadn’t quite gotten that far in her planning.

Okay… He was naked. She should be, too. Taking her clothes off seemed like a reasonable place to start. She could do that.

Maybe.

Randa swallowed hard, more doubts bubbling. Hopefully, Kahn wouldn’t mind that she was too thin… No. She stopped that train of thought before it could spiral. She wasn’t going to drag negative body image into their Phazing. This was a sacred experience with her Match. He would love her no matter what. She needed to stay focused on that.

Right. Good pep talk. Get naked.

She resolutely unzipped the side opening of her dress. Because it was expensive --and because she was still incredibly anxious about standing around in only her underwear-- she took the time to drape the green fabric over a chair made of large, fake tusks.

“That isn’t barbarian themed. It’s more caveman-esque. Someone should’ve explained that to the decorator.” Focusing on the furnishings was much easier than deciding on the next step in her seduction.

Kahn made a strangled noise, his dark eyes glued to her body. His gaze traveled down the length of her legs and then slowly back up, stalling at her white bra. His pupils seemed to dilate.

Startled, she glanced at herself. The matching lingerie set wasn’t fancy. It literally came from Wal-Mart. But Kahn was so aroused by the sight of her in it that his erection looked painful.

Randa’s confidence came roaring back. Her Match didn’t care that she was new at this. He was in her thrall. She excelled at seduction! Who would’ve guessed?

“I suddenly don’t feel guilty about ogling you so much.” She teased. No wonder he always looked so smug about her admiring his biceps. Having a Match who found you attractive was intoxicating.

“What did you…?” He lost track of what he was even asking, his gaze riveted on her breasts plumping over the top of her strapless bra. “Um…”

“Kahn?”

“Yeah!” He shook himself and dragged his eyes back to her face. “Right. I’m listening. What are we talking about?”

“I just wanted to be sure I had your attention.” She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, so her chest was bared for him. “Please sit.”

Kahn collapsed down hard on the edge of the bed. “Holy fuck.”

Randa had never felt so beautiful.

She dropped the bra to the floor and walked towards him. “Being a barbarian is fun.” This game let her feel bolder. In command. Kahn’s overwhelming appreciation was all the encouragement she needed to keep going. “My grandmother was completely right about me being drawn to lustful savagery. I’ve decided to embrace it.”

Kahn seemed thrilled with that uncivilized choice. He groaned as she settled onto his lap, her nipples jutting into his chest, as she leaned against him. “Is it alright if I touch you back?”

“Yes.” She pressed a kiss against his jaw. “I’ve discovered I like it when you touch me, Match.”

“Holy fuck.” He whispered again. Big hands slid up to caress her breasts, admiring their weight. “You are so soft…” He gave his head another distracted shake. “Wait. Um, if I do something that scares you, you tell me ‘heart,’ got it?”