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contract to the tight, near painful way he fisted his hand in her hair. He
stroked a hand down her midsection, caught one nipple between thumb and forefinger,
and twisted it. “Like that?” he asked.
    “No.”
    “Tell me…”
    “Harder,” she whispered, swiveling her hips against his and
trying to take him deeper, faster.
    He pinched her then, taking it to the point of pain, and she
screamed. “Good girl,” he muttered. Her head fell back against his shoulder
when he let go and he stroked his hand down the middle of her body, tugging her
skirt higher until they could see the curls between her thighs, and lower, his
cock as he shuttled in and out. “Can I spank your pussy, Lacey? Do you still
like that?”
    Lacey cried out, just thinking about it.
    He swatted her lightly, but the contact wasn’t enough. She
tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her. Chuckling, he murmured, “We’ve got
all day to play, baby girl. All day…and it’s going to be fun games. Maybe even
new ones.”
    He continued those light little taps against her swollen
clitoris as he rocked inside her clenched vagina.
    He brought her to climax after climax…and when he was
through, her body was so sated, she almost forgot how much her heart ached.
    Almost.
     
    “I need to shower.” Lacey came out of the bedroom, her legs
wobbling, her makeup a little smeared.
    “Sorry.” He gave her a pained smile and checked his watch. “We
need to get to the studio. Like…twenty minutes ago.”
    Lacey glared at him and looked down at herself. “I’m a mess,
damn it.”
    “No.” He shook his head and said honestly, “You look
gorgeous.”
    She grimaced and turned to stare at the mirror hanging over
the couch. “No. I don’t. I look like I’ve just been laid.”
    “Like I said…you look gorgeous. You look like the woman I
just fucked. That’s a look I want to capture If you shower, you lose the look.
Then we have to…” He paused, narrowed his eyes. “Okay, none of that is a bad
idea.”
    Lacey just stared at him. “Are you ever going to grow up?”
    “No.” He slid an arm around her waist. “Aren’t you glad?”
    Laughing, she pressed a kiss to his chin. “Well,
sometimes…yes. I am.” Then she groaned. “I need five minutes.”
    “Sure.” He let go. “Just one thing.”
    She was already down the hallway. Turning to him, she
started to say, “What?”
    Then she saw the iPhone in his hand and she went to block
the picture.
    But he’d already snapped it.
    “Damn it, you moron! I look like a slut!”
    “Exactly. My hot little tramp,” he said, grinning.
     
    Lacey locked herself in the bathroom and once he heard the
lock snick in place, he sent the picture. Lou had already grabbed the phone
number he needed from her cell, programmed it into his.
    She looks pretty fucking hot, doesn’t she?
    He was smiling as he sent the message.
    Now, if his instincts were off, he could be looking at lots
of physical pain in the near future—not from Lacey. There were games a couple
of lovers could play and as long as they were both good with the rules, all was
cool. Something Brogan apparently hadn’t figured out about Lacey—she was kinky. As in Kinky with a capital K . You wanted to turn that girl on?
Spank her and call her a little slut. You want to really light her up? Tie her
down and do it.
    The dirtier the play, the more she liked it.
    Now her boy had figured out she liked it a little rough, Lou
suspected. And Brogan wasn’t into all vanilla play. He just knew…it was an edge
others carried. It was surprising that Lacey was as dark as she was—she looked
like Strawberry Shortcake all grown up, but grown up she was, and she liked her
games.
    Brogan just didn’t seem to get how much.
    Lou was going to do him a favor.
    It was, he suspected, the only way Lacey was going to be
happy. Because she was gone over on the man.
    His phone buzzed. He deleted the message without reading it
and put it on silent.
    By the time Lacey was