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Maya Banks - Letting Go

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Josslyn found perfection once, and she knows shell never find it again. Now widowed, she seeks the one thing her beloved husband couldnt give her. Dominance. Lonely and searching for an outlet for her grief and wanting only a brief taste of the perfection she once enjoyed, she seeks what shes looking for at an exclusive club that caters to people indulging in their most hedonistic fantasies. She never imagined that what shed find is the one man whos long been a source of comfortand secret longing. Her husbands best friend. Dash has lived in an untenable position for years. In love with his best friends wife and unwilling to act on that attraction. Hed never betray his best friend. And so hes waited in the wings, offering Joss unconditional support and comfort as she works past her grief, hoping for the day when he can offer her more. When he finds her in a club devoted to the darker edges of desire, hes furious because he thinks she has no idea what shes getting herself into. Until she explains in detail what it is she wants. What she needs. As realization sets in, he is gripped by fierce, unwavering determination. If she wants dominance, he is the only man who will introduce her to that world. He is the only man who will touch her, cherish herlove her. And the only man shell ever submit to.

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Letting Go

Surrender Trilogy - 1

by

Maya Banks

For Lillie and Katie for keeping me on track!

ONE

JOSSLYN Breckenridge surveyed her appearance in the mirror, nervous even though no one would see her. Except Dash. She knew without confirming that hed be here, just as hed been here on this day for the previous two years, waiting to take her to the cemetery to visit and put fresh flowers on her husbands grave.

The flowers were on the counter beside her, just waiting for her to pick up and carry out of the house. But she hesitated, because this year . . . This year was different. She was apprehensive and yet resolved.

She had to move on with her life. She had to let go. It hurt, and yet at the same time, it brought her a measure of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It was time. All she had left to do was visit Carsons grave and make peace with her decision.

She smoothed her shirt and ran her hands down the legs of her jeans. Not what she normally wore to the cemetery on the anniversary of her husbands burial. In the last two years, shed worn black. It hadnt seemed respectful to go casual, as if the visit wasnt that important.

But she also knew that Carson wouldnt want her to live like this. Hed want her to be happy. And it wouldnt have made him happy to know she still mourned him so deeply.

With a sigh, she applied a light gloss to her lips and quickly fastened her long hair into a ponytail, leaving part of it loose in a messy bun.

This was the real Joss. Not fussy. More comfortable in jeans and a casual shirt than the expensive dresses and jewelry her husband had loved to spoil her with. Only underneath her clothing did she wear the sexy lingerie her husband had so loved to see her in.

She closed her eyes, refusing to look back, to remember how it felt when he touched her. How his hands moved over her body, knowing it better than she knew it herself. He knew exactly how to please her, how to touch her, kiss her, make love to her.

Hed given her everything she could have ever wanted. His love. His respect. Everything but the one thing she needed most, and it was something she could have never asked him for. Shed loved him too much to ever demand of him something he couldnt give her.

She shook away the heavy veil of sadness, determined to get through the day and on with her life. Her new life.

She picked up the flowers, her favorite, and brought them to her nose, closing her eyes as she inhaled. They were what Carson always gave her. Every birthday. Every anniversary. Or any time just because. Today shed place them on his grave and walk away. This time for good.

She didnt need to see the cold slab of marble that marked his life and death to remind her of her husband. That wasnt the way she wanted to remember him. She was through torturing herself by standing over his grave, missing him with her every breath.

Hed live in her heart and soul always. That was where shed visit him in the future. Not on the grassy knoll that covered the casket underneath.

She walked briskly to the front door, letting herself out and blinking against the sudden wash of sun. Though it was spring, the Houston weather was already warm and she was glad shed worn the short-sleeved T-shirt instead of the black dress she always wore.

And there was Dash, leaning against his car, waiting for her as she knew he would be. He straightened when he saw her, and she saw a brief flicker of surprise before he schooled his features and extended a hand to her.

She slid her fingers over his and he gave her hand a light squeeze. No words were necessary. They both grieved the loss of her husband and his best friend.

You look lovely, Joss, Dash said as he walked her around to the passenger side.

She smiled, knowing she didnt look particularly lovely today. And he was likely surprised by her casual appearance, but he didnt remark on it. He took the flowers and carefully positioned them in the back so they wouldnt fall over, and then closed her door after ensuring she was fully inside.

She watched him stride around the front of the car, his long legs eating up the distance in a matter of seconds. Then he slid into the drivers seat and his scent wafted through her nostrils.

Dash always smelled the same. Utterly masculine, though she knew he never wore cologne or aftershave. He was a no-frills kind of guy, much like Carson had been, though her husband had worn expensive clothing and even his casual wear was tailored to fit his personality.

Even Dashs car fit his personality. A sleek black Jaguar. How appropriate he drove a vehicle named for a predator. He fit the part well.

Theyd been partners in business, but Carson had always been the front man. The one who wined and dined clients, the polished spokesman, the one who sealed the deals, attended all the social events while Dash worked behind the scenes. The closer. The one who always did most of the legwork and fixed the problems.

Carson had often laughed and said he was the looks and charm and Dash was the brains of the operation. But Dash was certainly not lacking in looks or charm. They were the complete antithesis of one another. Carson was fair-haired to Dashs dark brown, and while Carsons eyes were blue, Dashs were a deep brown, enhanced by his darker coloring. He wasnt any less attractive than Carson. His was just a quieter attractiveness. Silent. Brooding almost. He had made Joss nervous back when shed first met him when she and Carson had dated. Theirs had been a whirlwind courtship. Carson had swept her off her feet, and Joss had known that Dash was concerned that his friend was getting in way over his head. Moving too fast. The fact Joss knew that had made her wary of Dash, but over time, hed become her rock. Especially after Carson had died.

As they drove out of Josss exclusive subdivision, Dash reached over for her hand, lacing his fingers through hers, and as hed done before, he squeezed lightly, a gesture of reassurance.

Joss turned and smiled at him, telling him without words that she was okay. As they stopped at a red light, Dash studied her intently, almost as if he were trying to decipher what was different about her.

Evidently satisfied with whatever hed seen in her eyes or expression, he smiled back, but he kept hold of her hand as he navigated through traffic on the way to the cemetery, just a few miles from where Joss and Carson had lived.

They drove in comfortable silence, but then theyd never conversed much on the day Dash drove her to the cemetery every year. Oh, Joss visited at other times, but Dash always accompanied her on the anniversary.

But that wasnt the only time she saw Dash. Hed stepped in from the moment Carson had passed away and hed been her rock ever since. That first year especially, shed needed him desperately and he never hesitated, no matter what she needed, whether it was help deciphering the paperwork and red tape after her husbands death or simply coming over to keep her company on the days she felt herself falling apart.

She would be forever grateful for Dash and his unwavering support over the last three years, but it was time to move on. It was time for her to stand on her own two feet and it was time for Dash to stop having to babysit her.

Today was not only about her letting go of Carson, but of Dash as well. He deserved more than to be saddled with the responsibility of his best friends widow. He had a life of his own. She had no idea of his relationships or if he was even in a steady relationship. She realized with sudden clarity just how selfish and self-absorbed shed been since her husbands death. Dash had been a steady fixture, one shed taken for granted, but she would do it no longer. It would be a miracle if Dash were in a steady relationship because not many women would be tolerant of Dash dropping everything to rush to the aid of his best friends widow.

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