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the door handle. “Try not to get that bandage wet.”
    Mason nodded. “Thanks again for tending to me.”
    “You’re welcome,” she said. Then, with an overly-bright smile, she walked out.
    Mason stood just inside the doorway, watching as she got in her car and drove away. He knew he would spend the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out just what in the hell had happened these past twenty minutes. He wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up to discover that he really had bumped his head, and the moment that passed between them at his kitchen table had been nothing but a dream.
    Because only in his wildest dreams had he ever been so close to laying his lips on Jada Dangerfield’s.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    “Now, ladies, if you want to take naughty to a new level, you may want to consider the ‘Spank Me’ package.” Jada held up the black satin sashes and blindfold, along with the rubber-tipped crop.
    “I don’t know. I bruise easily,” one of the women said. “Now, if I can use this on my husband we just might have a deal.”
    Jada sliced through the air with the crop a few times. “The ‘Spank Me’ package knows no gender,” she said, setting off a round of whoops, hollers and catcalls.
    She set the crop on the table and picked up the straps of the swing. “If you’re feeling really adventurous, the Naughty Swing will definitely put some spice back into your life.”
    “What in the world do you do with that?” another of the guests asked.
    “It hangs from the doorframe and makes it possible to get into a number of positions,” Jada answered.
    The woman who had introduced herself as the hostess’s sister raised her hand. “I can attest to this one. I have it and it does wonders.”
    “Oh shut up, Valencia,” another said. “You have just about everything she’s pointed out. I always knew you were a freak.”
    “Don’t hate,” Valencia said before wrapping her lips around a penis-shaped straw and sipping her mojito.
    “What about this?” Another woman asked, holding up the canister of warming gel.
    “This is one of our many sexual enhancement gels,” Jada answered. She went into her practiced spiel, describing what each gel provided, and answering questions about their safety.
    “Okay, ladies.” She clapped her hands together. “Take a few minutes to look these over, and then we’ll get to the fun stuff…the kind that vibrate.”
    Another round of catcalls resounded around the room.
    As the women perused the products, Jada walked over to the refreshment table at the far end of the large den.
    Monique Walker, her hostess for tonight’s party, walked up to her. “This is so much fun, Jada. Thanks for coming all the way out here.”
    “It was no problem at all.” Based on the number of orders she’d taken already, the commission she would make on tonight’s Naughty Nights party would more than cover the expense of traveling nearly an hour from Maplesville. “It looks as if the ladies are having a good time,” she added.
    “I knew they would.” Monique grinned. She leaned in closer and whispered, “You know, I wasn’t sure about that swing when you showed it to us at Joelle’s bachelorette party, but after hearing Valencia, I may just have to give it a shot. I’ll just make sure to put 911 on speed dial,” Monique said with a laugh.
    Her mention of 911 instantly conjured up the call Jada had made yesterday, and a shudder of need swept through her. It had become a common occurrence whenever her mind even tiptoed in the vicinity of thoughts about Mason and their sexually-charged exchange.
    She had pretty much convinced herself that their near-kiss had been the result of Mason bumping his head and experiencing a slight touch of concussion-induced insanity. She still hadn’t figured out exactly why she had been ready to return his kiss. If Kiera’s call hadn’t interrupted them, she would be standing here right now with intimate knowledge of the way Mason