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    ONE
/ BONDAGE BABY
     
     
    Lisa was drunk and she knew it when she
knocked on the door to Gavin’s ultra-expensive loft in a part of town that was
going through major renovations. Probably a lot of them spurred on by Gavin and
his company. He was her ex brother-in-law. Therefore, she really should not be
there at …
    Lisa lifted her cell, looking at the
time that seemed blurry …
    “One o’clock,” she mouthed. “So okay, I
shouldn’t be here at one in the morning,” she muttered.
    Her hand gripping the cell, fell back to
her side as she used her other hand to steady the door. Which was swaying. God,
was she that drunk?
    Suddenly, the door flew open and she
barely had time to get that thing she needed so badly to have, and that was a
good look at her long lost husband’s twin, before stunningly, Gavin’s arms were
around her.
    “Lisa, hold the fuck on!” Gavin shouted,
and she did latch onto his very bare and muscular shoulders with hot, warm skin
as he embraced her into his strong athletic body, so like Travis’, but so
different too.
    “What?” she squealed, feeling as if the
floor beneath her was shaking.
    Then Gavin pressed her into the inside
doorjamb with his body tight against hers, while his big hand forced her face
into his neck. He
smelled like man and Irish Spring. Hot tears welled behind her closed eyes as
she clung to him, smelling like Travis, who was gone over two years.
    “It’s nearly over,” Gavin’s voice
growled into her ear.
    Gavin’s voice was uniquely his own bass
rasp of tones and not at all like his twin Travis’ voice, which had been mellower.
Travis was, or had been, more metro to Gavin’s rougher edges. She’d always
thought of Travis as being domesticated by a good woman, while Gavin wasn’t.
    “What’s over?” she asked, muttering
against his hot flesh and really doing it so she had a legit reason to taste
him. Then she nearly moaned at the feel and taste.
    Gavin’s arms tightened around her. “The
quake, buttercup.”
    She was quaking … quaking down to parts
of her body that shouldn’t be quaking. Parts she should be appalled and
disgusted were quivering … and dampening. She could feel her breasts hugged to the
tough ridges of his chest. Her club dress wasn’t much. Strapless. Low. She’d
been going for slutty and achieved it with five-inch heels that allowed her to
press her lips to Gavin’s neck.
    “Needed to see you,” she whimpered.
    “Fuck, not that again.” Gavin’s growled
voice sounded irritated and disgusted. Yes, he should be, she was so bad.
“You’re going to punish yourself for it too afterward, aren’t you?” he demanded
to know.
    Then he pushed away from her body and
the doorjamb, to glare down at her as her head fell back against the inner
doorway. She squeezed her eyes shut as she filled her senses with him. She
always felt bad after this need to just see him — the brother who looked so
much like Travis. She felt guilty as if she’d sinned or was evil or something.
    “Shit, I can see you are.” His breath
growled over her and she could smell the light hints of smoky spice and whiskey.
That wasn’t like Travis, because Travis never drank whiskey or smoked cigars.
    “Travis, you shouldn’t smoke, baby ...”
she started to say, with her eyes closed, when suddenly her body was jerked
forward.
    “ Fucking -A, buttercup.” Her eyes
flew open. Oh no. It wasn’t... “I’m teaching you right now who I am,”
Gavin snarled.
    Gavin dragged his ex-sister-in-law into
his darkened loft. The small earthquake must have been bad enough to mess with
the electricity. However, he had a real fire in the fireplace burning and it
gave him enough light to bring Lisa’s curvy figure over to one of his
slat-backed dining room chairs.
    He’d sworn to himself, if she came to
him just one more time, he was going to do this. Screw it if she was his
sister-in-law; she was still a woman. A drop-dead gorgeous and fucking
attractive woman,