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other hand with the shoulder strap from an old purse. Yeah, she still affected him—just like always. The mere touch of her hand on his wrist sent blood rushing to his groin and his thoughts racing toward the carnal. He knew he should probably warn her but couldn’t imagine how to word it. Just so you know, Trish, my dick is getting really hard. No, best to keep his mouth shut. She would find out soon enough.
    His own belt she saved for an ankle, using a silky cord that must have come off of a robe on the other. She disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a pair of tweezers and a towel. Still fully clothed. Not naked, not even wearing black lace…
    Aidan tugged at the restraints. He could have freed himself without too much trouble, but at least he wouldn’t hurt her. Never that. The mere suggestion she’d made earlier had shocked him. Hit Trish? Never in a million years.
    He might have been able to control his screams, but he couldn’t control his cock. It was already stiff, and she hadn’t even touched it. He hadn’t intended for this to happen. Or had he? If anyone could help him, Trish could. She was, and always had been, the perfect woman in his eyes. Gazing at her lustrous hair, her tentative smile, the curve of her cheek… No, nothing had changed. Then came the touch of her hands on his body as she unzipped his shorts and pulled them down.
    Aidan wanted to close his eyes, but he kept them open. He needed to see her reaction.
    Her face lit up with surprise, not revulsion. Just surprise. Of course, that might have been as much due to the fact that his cock was hairy as the fact that it was hard as a rock. Snapping up when she freed it from his briefs, the blunt head missed her nose by an inch.
    She swallowed with apparent difficulty. Their eyes met. “Where do you want me to start?”
    “Just that bit around the base. That’s the part everyone hates so much—the part that’s kind of…werewolfy.”
    She studied it carefully. “Well, it is a bit furry, but I still don’t see why anyone would freak out about it. I mean, everything else looks fine to me.” She swallowed again. “A little big, though. Sure it isn’t the size scaring them? Or maybe they think you’re just showing off?” Her quick glance and wry smile sent more blood pumping into his cock. He could have sworn she winked at him.
    Aidan grinned. “You’re just trying to make me feel better.”
    She shook her head. “Simply stating a fact. With something like that staring me in the face, I’m not sure I’d even notice the hair—and I can see why a condom might not cover it, unless you had one that was extra long.”
    Aidan pulled against the belts holding his hands. Her eyes on him were driving him wild, and the talk about condoms was making it worse. What would happen when she touched him? He was completely at her mercy—and he liked it. A shiver ran through him, and his cock pulsed, sending a bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit in the head.
    Was that a little gasp he heard? A second later, he was sure he’d imagined it. She was all business. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”
    She pushed his cock downward to allow better access to the upper side of the root. He was shaking now, gritting his teeth in anticipation. She picked up the tweezers. “Ready?”
    He nodded impatiently. “Go for it.”
    The first sharp pain came. “Okay?”
    His nod was more vigorous this time. “Yes,” he hissed. “Keep going.”
    She angled his cock away from her with the side of her hand. “I probably shouldn’t focus on one spot, or you’ll get sore. There’s a lot here. Might take a couple of sessions—five or six, seven or eight…”
    “That many?” She was teasing him, of course. “Oh…whatever you think best.” Aidan didn’t give a damn. Trish was touching his dick. At this point, the number of times was immaterial.
    She plucked another hair from the side. Aidan closed his eyes. No, he didn’t need a gag, but a