For someone who so easily followed cues and directions - someone who willingly provided the fantasy women craved – Lance had many fetishes of his own.

If a partner unknowingly stumbled upon one of his kinks or simply provided something he appreciated, all the better. But it was never necessary. Never anything he’d even dream of putting voice to.

He hadn’t even bothered to identify, let alone label, many of his own sexual ins and outs.

But there was one, he thought ruefully as he fought to tear his gaze away from Amanda’s swaying skirt-clad ass, that got him every time.