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  ONE BITE TO PASSION

  MARYLYNN BAST

  ISBN 9781615087969

  All rights reserved

  Copyright 2012 Marylynn Bast

  This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission.

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  Sizzler/Submission Bondage

  A Renaissance E Books publication

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  CHAPTER ONE

  "You've been nursing the same drink for the past thirty minutes.

  Will you please just down it so I can get you another one?" Dancing

  up to the table, Rosa urged in a sing song voice. Her hips continued

  to sway to the music playing in the small club.

  "I'm fine, really." Paige sat with her hand cupping her drink.

  Lifting the glass to her lips, she took a sip and set it back down on the

  table. It was now warm and didn't taste as good as it did cold, but she

  wasn't much of a drinker.

  "We came out for you to relax. So come on, relax and have some

  fun!" Rosa's rounded hips continued to undulate while she took a big

  swig of her own drink and danced away once more.

  Paige shook her head with an envious smile, wishing she could be

  carefree like Rosa. But she wasn't as confident about her looks. She

  knew her long blonde hair was nothing spectacular. She kept it curled

  so it framed her oval face. The light makeup did little to hide the

  freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Standing

  five foot two and a half, she was average looking, a little on the

  heavy, full bodied side. Nothing compared to Rosa's amazon good

  looks and her perfectly flawless skin. Releasing a sigh that blew a

  lock of hair across her forehead, Paige pushed the stray strands back

  in place.

  It didn't matter that she was out there dancing by herself. Rosa

  twirled around the floor, swaying from side to side, running her hands

  up and down her form. Her long lean body floated across the room,

  drawing the attention of the men who had just walked through the

  door. It didn't take long for one of the new comers to down a shot and

  saunter over to her and begin dancing in front of her. Not quite

  touching her, but giving the illusion of his hands running up and down

  her body. Rosa threw her head back and laughed. Her long black hair

  fell in waves down her back. Turning around, her body moved in

  rhythm with his. The short, tight mini skirt she wore emphasized her

  rounded butt and long, lean legs.

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  Paige wondered how the hell she could keep from falling over in

  the four inch heels that made her five foot eleven frame that much

  taller than she already was.

  The man in front of her was tall with dark blonde hair, broad

  shoulders and a narrow waist. Paige guessed he had to have been

  nearly six foot four or five since he stood taller than Rosa. Her darker

  Latino complexion contrasted against his lighter skin tone. They

  made a striking couple while they danced. His body matching her

  movements, his hand came up and rested lightly on her waist while

  her forearm rested across the top of his shoulder, her hand dangling.

  The only parts of them touching, but it looked as if they were making

  love while their bodies moved in a synchronized dance with the slow

  music.

  While he danced with the amazon goddess, his friends laughed and

  talked, crowding around the table behind Paige. Alone, she sat rigidly

  at her table and watched Rosa with an envious half smile on her face.

  Rosa had never met this man before tonight because they had just

  flown into town the day before. But the way they moved so smoothly,

  it looked like they had danced together many times. To be so carefree

  and comfortable with her body, it just didn't seem fair. Glancing

  down at her drink, her mind wandered back to the last couple of

  weeks and the strange dreams she had been having. Vampires, yeah

  right! Taking a deep breath, releasing it slowly in a heart-felt sigh,

  Paige tipped the glass and drank the rest of the warm liquid.

  Suddenly, Rosa appeared next to the table as if she was just waiting

  for Paige to take the last drink. "Good, now we can get you another

  one." She tugged her hand and pulled her towards the bar in the

  corner. Surprisingly, a line of men waited for drinks. The single

  bartender flipped the shaker in the air, caught it and smiled when he

  saw Rosa. The men in front of them turned and to Paige's surprise

  they parted, allowing the two of them to move to the front of the line.

  What the hell? Paige couldn't believe what was happening. Guess

  being among the few civilian females in the military club on an

  overseas base had its advantages.

  * * * *

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  They had made it to the club early, so the night was still young and

  from the looks of it, the evening was just beginning. Rosa was

  smiling brightly when took the drinks from the counter, her fourth in

  less than an hour. Paige accepted her second drink, gave the bartender

  a demure smile and followed Rosa. Being in a strange place unnerved

  her a little, especially with all the testosterone in one room. Paige

  wanted to relax and have fun, she just didn't know how. Her life

  consisted of work, work, and more work. Since childhood she had

  done nothing but work to support herself and then her family.

  It was so easy for Rosa. She was open, outgoing and friendly.

  Making their way to the table took a few minutes since everyone

  wanted to stop Rosa and talk. Even though she was married, and

  wore her ring proudly, men naturally gravitated towards her. The man

  Rosa had been dancing with and his group had disappeared while they

  were getting their drinks. Paige gave a slight shrug of her shoulders.

  She was hoping to have gotten a better look of the guy.

  Taking a quick drink, Rosa barely had the glass set down on the

  table before one of the men, who stood in line, grabbed her hand and

  pulled her to the dance floor without even asking. She laughed and

  went along with a smile and a shrug in Paige's direction.

  The DJ played a mixture of music from all genres to satisfy all

  tastes. The song playing now was a slow crooning country song, and

  Paige watched the man wrap his arms around Rosa's body.

  She melted into him. Rosa was so carefree and easy with the

  people, especially with men. When she danced with them, they had

  her undivided attention. They were the center of her universe, the

  only man alive.

  Looking around the room, Paige noticed everyone was watching

  the lone couple moving across the floor. Her eyes stopped when they

  came to the first man Rosa had danced with. Her eyebrow arched

  slightly when she saw that he had slipped back into the room without

  her noticing. It surprised her that he watched her instead of Rosa.

  Lifting his glass and his chin in her direction, a charming smile

  showed his straight white teeth and cute dimples in h
is cheeks.

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  Paige felt heat rise up her neck and into her face. Men didn't smile

  at her the way they did Rosa, especially not the sexy little number

  watching her from across the floor. Raising her glass slightly, she

  responded with shy toothless smile, taking a sip. She fought to

  maintain eye contact with him over the top of their glass. Glancing

  down at the table, Paige took a deep breath to steady her nerves. It

  was just a look, she reminded herself. It's not like he was ravishing

  her right then and there, but boy did she feel like he was. She forced

  her gaze to Rosa instead of looking back at the blonde hunk of a man.

  But she could still see him out of the corner of her eye when he got up

  and ambled towards the door. A disappointed feeling settled in her

  stomach. She picked her glass up and took a big gulp.

  How did Rosa do it? How did she have all the men falling over

  themselves to dance, to talk to her, just to be around her? When the

  song ended, another man was already waiting to pull her into his arms.

  The DJ turned the volume of the music up when a large group of

  men and women walked through the door. Paige could tell by the way

  the women walked, they were military. A few of them hung onto the

  arm of the man they were with while the others were boisterously loud

  like their fellow comrades. The group moved into the room, some

  heading towards the dance floor while others went to stand in line for

  their drinks.

  In her career, Paige had been to several military bases and had gone

  out for drinks, playing a few of the slot machines in the small casinos.

  Men had struck up conversations with her as she played, but she

  always went back to her lodging alone.

  Now Rosa was a different story. Even though she was married, she

  always had a willing man to make sure she made it back safe. Paige

  didn't know firsthand if the men were invited to her room or not.

  Though, she was pretty sure a few had made their way there a couple

  times. They were friends, but never talked about those kinds of

  things.

  Rosa and her husband had a different kind of relationship. He was

  a marine and as a military spouse, she was used to him being gone.

  From what Paige had heard in passing, Rosa had an affair after her

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  husband had cheated on her and the lifestyle seemed to stick. They

  both had their things. The military had just passed the law 'Don't ask,

  don't tell.' Rosa and Lamar's relationship was based on that rule.

  While she continued to watch Rosa, Paige wondered how it would

  be to let her guard down and not have to worry about the

  consequences. She wanted to know how it would feel for her to allow

  the barriers in her mind to fall, to be so carefree and not worry about

  everything all the time.

  Rosa swung by the table a couple times throughout the next few

  songs, grabbed her drink, took a long swig and was off again, until she

  finally returned. Out of breath, she still smiled, "You doing ok? Why

  don't you come out and dance?"

  "I'm good." Paige gave her a half smile and lifted her almost empty

  drink. She was bored to tears and wanted to escape the loud music.

  The beginning of a headache was forming at her temples. All military

  base buildings were smoke free. She couldn't claim she needed a

  breath of fresh air, so she thought of the next best thing. "I'm going to

  run to the bathroom. I'll be back in a few minutes." Tossing the

  remaining liquid back, Paige stood and felt her watching her walk

  away. Paige knew Rosa would be distracted for only a moment

  before heading right back out on the dance floor with another guy

  before she even made it through the exit. Glancing over her shoulder

  confirmed her suspicion.

  * * * *

  Standing in the middle of a wide open carpeted area, she had a few

  choices. The base facility had two clubs in this building, along with a

  small casino and a dining area at the other end. She could go back in

  through the door to where Rosa was dancing, or she could go through

  the other door and see what was happening in the club next door.

  Then there was the usual, go to the casino and waste a little bit of time

  and money. Tired of the usual, she walked through the other club's

  doorway and made her way to the bar for another drink.

  This room had a row of booths along the wall that were all

  occupied. Peoples' laughter and loud conversations filled the room

  while they munched on the baskets of food sitting in front of them.

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  The center of the room had small round tables and chairs that were

  filled with drinks and people sitting around talking. Full stools lined

  the bar, leaving Paige no place to sit. She located where the line

  began for drinks. She waited for her turn to order her drink.

  Inconspicuous, the taller men never even noticed her behind them.

  While waiting, the DJ began his monologue and called the first

  person up and handed him the microphone. The song popped up on

  the screen and everyone cheered when the tall lanky man wearing a

  baggy t-shirt and jeans began singing along to the words scrolling

  across the monitor. Way off key, he sang on while the group laughed

  and hollered, encouraging their fellow soldier.

  Paige bought her drink and found a place to stand, leaning against

  the support beam that ran from ceiling to floor near the center of the

  room. With a smile on her face at the singer's antics, she tipped the

  beer to her lips. The cold liquid slid down her throat. Her tense

  shoulder muscles began to relax. Then she was nudged from behind.

  A warm breath fell across her neck, close to her ear. "Hi, why aren't

  you over there dancing with your friend?"

  The sound of his husky voice sent a slight shiver down her spine.

  Glancing over her shoulder, she saw bright blue eyes and a perfect

  smile grinning at her. She felt the heat from his body.

  He stood close, not quite touching her.

  Shrugging, she turned slightly to acknowledge him. "I wanted to

  see what was going on over here." She lied. She really wasn't over

  there dancing because no one had asked her to dance and she didn't

  have the balls to get out on the dance floor alone like Rosa could do.

  "Not much going on in here, other than him screaming into the

  microphone." Nodding towards the man jumping around in the crowd,

  he smiled and his dimples showed.

  There was no stage in this bar. The DJ booth was in the corner and

  elevated off the floor just a bit so he could see out over the crowd.

  The room was small and crowded with the hundred or so men and a

  handful of women who jostled each other while the singer moved

  among them. He was butchering the song, but it didn't matter to

  anyone. They were having fun.

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  Paige couldn't think of a response and nodded her head with a

  smile. Glancing back in time to see him turn to one of the men who

  had just came up behind him. Their greetings and shoulder bumps

  were lost in the ending of the song. The crowd gave the singer a

  round of
rowdy applause, hollers and whistles. Mr. Dimples moved

  away without another word. Disappointed yet again, Paige lifted her

  beer and took a long swig. What did she expect?

  Turning, the sea of men was thick and she had to tap them on the

  shoulder and put her hand on their waist to squeeze through the throng

  of hard bodied, young men. She moved quickly, trying to keep from

  being stepped on or knocked over. If Rosa had been with her, they

  would have parted and given her a clear path. But no, that wasn't

  happening with her, she felt invisible.

  She thought it rude, but with no other choice, she pushed her way

  through and headed back into the other club. Rosa noticed her come

  through the doorway and raised her long slender arm to get Paige's

  attention. She had moved to the other side of the room and stood

  sipping her drink with a group of men. When she raised her arm, the

  men all turned expectantly. Paige could almost read their sighs of

  disappointment when they saw who Rosa waved at.

  Looking down at her feet, Paige wished she had taken the time to at

  least have changed out of her work clothes. The jeans, button up shirt

  and hiking boots were fine for running all over base chasing down

  inventory parts, but not for the bar scene. How did she expect to

  dance if anyone asked with her wearing hiking boots? Well, not like

  that was gonna happen anyway.

  She had only brought sensible work clothes on the trip. She hadn't

  thought to pack party clothes like Rosa had. She didn't have high

  heels; she never wore them, not even when she was home. The base

  store sold clothing, but nothing Paige would have worn. The girls

  who wore the type sold at the BX were in their twenties. There was

  no way she would be caught dead in some of the stuff they wore, plus

  she didn't think it was appropriate wear for her. Over forty, she felt

  like their mother. Rosa was closer to their age at thirty and could get

  away with wearing those kinds of clothes. But not Paige or she didn't

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  think she could anyway. Her mood quickly moved towards the dark

  side.

  The men in the bar were young military guys, mostly in their