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to illustrate his point, he let go. The rope fell away, dangling down the front of her body uselessly.
    She groaned in frustration. “Put it back.”
    “I beg you to put it back, nawashi,” he corrected.
    Staring straight into his eyes unflinchingly, Gen said, “New Chicago.”
    He blinked. “What’s wrong? You were enjoying yourself.”
    Frustration sharpened her tongue. “Yeah, and you keep getting in the way. Just like last time.”
    His mouth fell open. “What do you mean? You came like a rocket.”
    “I was faking it.”
    He reared back and rose to his full height. “What the hell are you talking about? I felt you go off!”
    His narrow-eyed glare didn’t intimidate her. She thrust her breasts forward, lifted her chin. Even naked with both arms tied behind her back, she could take this guy. “I’m just that damn good.”
    He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “I don’t need this crap. I’m outta here.”
    The door slammed behind him as he left, leaving her arms bound and her gaze riveted on the candle, which danced merrily as if in celebration.

5
    “W hat the fuck do you mean, Franco quit?” Steven thundered as Javier untied her. “Where the hell is he?”
    “He’s gone. Took the rental and zipped off.” The men exchanged another look of silent communication, and Javier held out his hands, palms up. Her fingers tingled as circulation returned. Gen shrugged back into her robe, stealthily storing the rope in her pocket. One day, after she met the right man, it might come in handy. Javier helped her to her feet, and she made a beeline for the candle. For some bizarre reason, she couldn’t bear to let it out of her sight.
    “Day-um, that must be some snatch you’re packing to make a seasoned pro like Franco hightail it after just one shot.” Javier licked his lips. “Is it my turn yet?”
    He activated his germ shield and unfastened his pants with a speed that made her dizzy. His erection stood straight out, demanding attention. Gen studied it, biting the inside of her lip to keep from laughing and insulting him. What was it about the sight of a naked man that was so damn funny?
    She turned to Steven to get a male reaction to the same stimulus and was surprised to see he’d looked away. A flush of red stained his cheeks, and his shoulders had rounded as though he was bracing for a hit. She glanced back at Javier, who had started stroking his shaft and eyeing the gap in her robe where her cleavage was revealed, then to where Steven’s erection tented his sweatpants as he stole little glimpses of Javier’s movements.
    Gen stroked her finger over the wax base of the candle. “Follow me, gentlemen.” Without looking back to see if they followed her, she headed toward one of the spare bedrooms.
    “You’re going to take both of us on at once?” Steven’s voice sounded strained. Gen ignored him as she set the burning candle on the dresser. The loss of warmth ran deeper than just missing the heat it yielded, almost as though it melted something deep inside of her.
    Funny, the wax hadn’t been displaced at all even though it had been lit over an hour ago. She wondered if it was some experimental kind of illumination, but she felt the heat from the flame.
    Dismissing her curiosity, she dug through the boxes of supplies the men had brought with them. One crate had obviously been Franco’s, as all sorts of restraints and handcuffs in every color of the rainbow nested inside, a tribute to his profession. Gen set that crate to the side.
    The next one held all sorts of creams and lotions, every flavor she’d ever heard of and then some. She glanced at Javier. “What’s your preference?”
    A huge grin split his face and he winked at her. “Strawberry.”
    Sorting through the stack, she came up with a bottle of strawberry-flavored warming lubrication and tossed it to him. Snatching it out of midair, he flicked the top up. “Come here so I can lube you up good.”
    Gen shook her head. “Nuh-uh.