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now the tops of her areolas were exposed, and her legs were slightly parted, her stance long and lean. “Yet I’m willing to chance it. At least with you.”
    He wanted to tell her that she was even more beautiful than before, but not at the risk of sounding romantic. “The parts of our brain that control fear, anxiety and arousal are close together.” He kept his gaze locked onto hers. “So close that a little bit of nervousness can enhance the pleasure.”
    â€œWhen are you going to do it?”
    He knew she was talking about the handcuffs. “Later.”
    â€œHow much later?”
    â€œAfter we’re both naked.” He removed his boots, then bared himself to the waist, leaving his jeans intact. For now, he wanted to focus on her.
    Anxious, he moved forward, reached around, unhooked her bra and got rid of it. Her breasts spilled into his hands. She made a sweet sound, and he thumbed her nipples. Pink and pearled, they stood out against the whiteness of her skin. She was so different from him, so soft and fair.
    Fascinated, he went lower, moving to her stomach. She had an athletic body, perfect for a man’s greedy touch. Next he toyed with the waistband of her panties. She quivered, and he slipped his hand inside, then used two fingers, plunging deep.
    Quick and hard.
    He barely gave her time to think. She gasped, and he smiled. “Surprise attack.”
    She gripped his shoulders. “You’re good at that.”
    â€œGlad you think so.” Kyle pulled her panties down, and her knees nearly buckled. He caught herbefore she fell, stumbling to the bed, taking her with him.
    He pushed the toys, bubble bath, condoms and handcuffs to the edge of the mattress, leaving the flavored gloss at his disposable.
    He opened the shimmering pots, then handed her the watermelon flavor. “Are you ready to play, Detective?”
    Her voice vibrated. “Yes.”
    â€œThen be bad for me,” he said, challenging her to take control, to lead them both into temptation. “As naughty as you can get.”
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    Joyce couldn’t believe what she was doing. Messing around with a man she barely knew. Getting caught up in sinful games, in the thrill of dangerous sex.
    She took the gloss and painted it around her belly button, then drew a line downward, stopping before she reached her pubis.
    â€œDo it there,” he said.
    Her pulse skipped. She wasn’t ready. She needed more time. More courage. “Not yet.”
    She put a dollop inside her navel, then went in the other direction, dabbing the gloss onto her nipples, moving in tiny circles, encouraging him to follow her path.
    He did, every step of the way. He licked; he sucked; he sent erotic chills up and down her spine.
    When he lifted his head, they kissed, slick and sweet and carnal. And then they rolled over the bed, knocking the condom box onto the floor. She could see the colorful packets spill onto the carpet, scattering like a pirate’s treasure. The toys and bubble bath fell onto the floor, too.
    Somewhere in the back of her mind, the handcuffs clanked, reminding her of what was yet to come. She’d left both sets of keys on the nightstand, where they remained at Kyle’s disposal.
    Was she crazy?
    Sexually insane?
    Her heartbeat staggered, and he pushed another container of gloss into her palm, closing her fingers around it.
    â€œI don’t want to wait anymore,” he said. “Put this between your legs. Make me taste it.”
    Heaven help her. She sat up and looked at him. He was looking at her, too. Suddenly she felt like the most desirable woman in the world. He overflowed with lust. She glanced down, shifting the gloss in her hand. “Mango.”
    His voice turned rough. “Lip sugar.”
    Much too aroused, she opened her thighs and smeared the sticky cosmetic between her legs. And like the seductress she’d become, she still wore the lace-topped hose and black high