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the sexy
and onto the serious?”
    “No. My cock overrode my reservations.”
    “Really.” She shuffled her knitting off the bed and relaxed
against the pile of pillows at her back. “So you’d say your body’s in control
of your actions.”
    “I’d rather say I’m in control of your actions. Tell me what
you’re wearing.”
    She closed her eyes with the sudden leap of her pulse.
Arousal thrummed through her veins, quick with its response to his gravelly
command. He waited on the line, silent save the deep, even rhythm of his
breathing.
    Knowing he wouldn’t speak again until she replied, she
swallowed and obeyed. “The t-shirt you gave me earlier tonight.”
    “Did you shower after I left?”
    “Yes.”
    “Too bad. I’d like you smelling like me. Is my shirt the
only thing you’re wearing?”
    “Yes.” She pressed her thighs together. “Anything else would
be soaked right about now.”
    He laughed quietly. “Wet already, sweetheart?”
    “Do you want me to deny it?”
    “No. But I’d like to see for myself. Having a lick would be
even better. On my terms this time. I wouldn’t let you come so fast.”
    Her breath hitched and she slid down the pillows to lie on
her back. In the dark behind her closed eyes, she could imagine he was closer
than the other side of town. “I’m not really into orgasm denial,” she murmured.
    “You’ll learn to appreciate anticipation.”
    “You think I’m going to give you the chance to hold out?”
    “I think you’re going to do whatever I say tonight and I say
you can’t come until I tell you to come. Do you have anything good in your
nightstand?”
    “Don’t tell me you didn’t take a peek while you were here
today.”
    “I don’t violate privacy, Jovanna.” The easy softness of his
tone hardened at the edges.
    “I didn’t mean…I’m sorry. Yes. I have a few items of
interest.”
    “Which are?”
    “An anal plug. A Rabbit. Some erotica.”
    “Clamps?”
    “No. They’re not as enjoyable to play with solo.”
    “I want to screw clamps onto your nipples and watch your
breasts bounce while I spank your pussy. Friday night.”
    Her throat dried up, all the moisture in her body
redirected. “You like a little more than just control in your sex.”
    “You like a little more than just kissing and stroking. Do
you have a problem with what I want?” He paused a beat and added, “I want you
in a public scene. Not hidden away in the Blue Suite.”
    “I have rules,” she whispered, token protest because she
knew she was on the verge of agreeing to break them.
    “Are they open to negotiation?”
    “Not tonight. I can’t think clearly when I’m this turned-on.
What are you doing right now?”
    “Talking to you. Mentally replaying the footage from this
evening. I cleaned the video feed for you. Your ass is pretty when you’re
riding my cock.”
    She smiled in the dark. “I didn’t peg you for amateur porn.”
    “It’s not usually my thing but I can make an exception for
you.” He hesitated before saying, “I seem to be making a lot of exceptions for
you.”
    “Did you masturbate?” She shied away from the deeper layers
of their connection. Just sex.
    “Yes. I’m going to again, now, while I listen to you fuck
yourself with the Rabbit. Get it out of the drawer.”
    Jovanna rolled onto her side and turned off the lamp before
retrieving the wicked vibrator. Her pussy clenched in eager anticipation, ready
to be filled, ready to clutch the silicone sheath while she bucked for the
rabbit ears vibrating against her clit.
    “Why do you want a public scene?” She returned to her back
and spread her legs, knees raised. The fan at the other end of her bedroom sent
a cool breeze along the hot flesh of her inner thighs and the hotter flesh of
her slit.
    He didn’t respond. He was still there—she knew that, could
hear him breathing—but his silence prompted her to ask, “David?”
    “Because I want to mark you. Does that scare you?”
    “You