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tightened even more in her hair so her head was immobilized. “You have a dirty mouth, and I don’t like it. If I hear one more curse out of you, you’ll get spanked again, but this time I won’t hold back. Understood?”
    Hold back? He’d been holding back ? Jesus Christ. But he was staring at her with hard eyes and a clenched jaw, awaiting an answer; because she couldn’t move her head to nod, she tried to communicate with her eyes that she hoped he rotted in hell while she said between gritted teeth, “Yes.”
    He slid his palm across her burning behind and lightly stroked her between the legs. She jerked and gasped as he slid two fingers inside her.
    “And don’t tell me you didn’t like that, little liar. You’re soaking wet.” His voice dropped as he pressed his fingers deeper and she unsuccessfully tried to smother a moan. “You wanted it dirty, remember?”
    “Hawk—please—”
    “On your knees, Red.” He deposited her on the floor directly in front of him so she was kneeling, staring directly into his spread legs and the enormous erection standing at attention between them.
    Holy cow—the size —
    He grasped her head between his hands and forced her to look up at him.
    “You’re going to make it up to me for your little pity party,” he said, gazing at her hotly. His face was flushed, his eyes were bright with unmistakable lust. “Aren’t you?”
    Staring up into his eyes, something inside her just melted.
    Yes, she was still pissed about the spanking because she wasn’t into pain and this was her birthday dammit, but also, yes, she did want to make it up to him. She knew she’d insulted him, and she couldn’t exactly figure out why it should matter that she’d hurt this cocky gigolo’s feelings, but guessed it was just a little old-fashioned courtesy, a vestige from her mother’s long-ago teachings about manners and the right way to treat others.
    Even if he was your paid whore.
    Perhaps especially if he was your paid whore.
    Holding his gaze, Jack nodded an emphatic yes .
    He nodded back, gently stroked her hair off her face, and smiled at her with an oddly contented look in his eyes, as if she’d just made him very proud.
    She didn’t pause long enough to examine why his approval should send such a wash of warmth through her veins. She just leaned forward, grasped the hard length of him in her hand, and slid the engorged head of his erection into her mouth.
    When he moaned and his entire body was wracked by a violent shudder, Jack also didn’t bother to examine more closely the high, sweet thrill that sang through her, pure as sunshine. She just applied herself vigorously to making it up to him, and let the questions of ethics and manners and her own uncharacteristic, wanton reaction to this beautiful stranger fade from her mind.
    She knew tomorrow she’d suffer for this. Tomorrow the self-loathing would begin.
    Tonight she was just a woman who needed a man, and a soft place to fall, if only for a little while. So she allowed herself to fall, and pushed that old, familiar burn of shame down into darkness.

Jacqueline Dolan wasn’t at all what he’d expected.
    Snoring aside—soft and girly snoring, but still snoring nonetheless—she might be the most feminine woman he’d ever met, in spite of the tough-chick bravado she wore like a suit of armor. She was tender and passionate and surprisingly intuitive, guessing correctly that the feeling he got when kissing her was a little too . . . much. Though she was operating under a false idea of who and what he was, she still managed to recognize emotion in a stranger, and feel compassion for him.
    Compassion. Wasn’t that a laugh, coming from her?
    Lying beside her on the bed, with the sheets tangled between their legs and the first, faint pink rays of dawn creeping beneath the drawn curtains of her hotel windows, Hawk stared down at her, lost in thought. He’d seen pictures of her before, of course, staring vehemently into the