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slipped
out. It—it was a joke." He attempted a smile.
    A wicked look crossed her face.
"A joke? I don't think so." She licked her lips. "You want to
know what I think?"
    God, she's gonna walk out . "I guess so."
    "I think that perhaps you're a
bad boy who needs to be punished, Phil. Behind that nice demeanor there's a man
who wants to be dominated by a woman. To submit to her, maybe. Yeah." She
warmed to her theme. "You want to be spanked and forced to kiss her
feet."
    She chuckled, a throaty little sound
that made his balls ache. "You know a little kink never hurt anyone, Phil.
Handcuffs, and maybe a flogger too?" She beckoned him close, closer so she
could whisper. "Oh yeah, baby. Make my ass red. It hurts so good ."
    Phil drew back with a snort.
"Knock it off, Casey. You asked what I was thinking, so I told you. And
yeah, I'm probably going to wish I hadn't, but there it is." He shrugged.
Then shot her a quick glance. "Out of curiosity, d'you happen to have a black leather body suit?"
    She paused, long moments when
tension built. "Actually…yeah. I do."
    He let a wide smile cross his lips.
"Really. Interesting ."
    "I'm not into the BDSM
lifestyle, but the black leather sure is sexy and it makes me feel hot."
She finished her wine and dabbed her lips with her napkin. "You'll have to
wait a few more dates to see it, though."
    "I'm known for my
patience."
    *~*~*~*
    She had accepted his invitation to
drop by his apartment for an after-pizza drink.
    That, of itself, was a triumph. Phil
had hoped, but hadn't really expected she'd agree and when she did, he was
extremely glad his cleaning lady had scheduled her visit for a couple of days
ago. He knew his place was now freshly scrubbed and neat, and would likely pass
the dreaded female test .
    Whatever that was.
    Probably the fact that there was no
underwear hanging off his lamps and more than one sheet of toilet paper left on
the roll.
    But even with this
confidence-boosting knowledge, when they pulled in to his parking space there
was a momentary hesitation. They looked at each other and started to laugh.
    "I feel like a teenager."
Phil smiled ruefully.
    Casey blushed. "Me too. I don't
know why I feel nervous though."
    "Look, if you want I could just
take you home. I don't want to rush anything and spoil what has definitely been
a perfect date."
    "Ending it would spoil
it." She reached for the door and opened it.
    Silently he followed her, opening
the door to the building for her and then leading her to his apartment.
    Like a clumsy teenager, he fumbled
the keys and swore to himself under his breath. Finally the door opened.
"Come on in. Let me get the lights." He stepped in and hit the
switch.
    Casey looked around her and Phil
gave another mental thank-you hug to his maid service. Everything looked
bright, and there were no clothes strewn all over the place or dirty socks on
the sofa. He thought he'd made it a nice home, and was pleased she made a point
of obviously admiring the huge television hanging on the wall. He certainly
wasn't compensating for anything, but if he had been, that massive screen would
have made his point. He just wanted to make sure the referee made the right
call when it came to yardage, and on this bad boy he could count the blades of
AstroTurf between the ball and the end zone.
    "Can I get you some wine
or…" He turned to her.
    She stepped up to him and leaned
close. "Phil? Do you want me?"
    His heart pounded, his cock
throbbed, and he struggled for the right words. "This is a trick question,
isn't it?" He stared into her eyes, seeing her pupils dilate and hoping it
was desire. "All I can do is show you how much…"
    They reached for each other as if by
mutual consent.
    And the heat that had simmered
between them all evening exploded into flames.
    *~*~*~*
    It was one of those amazing times
when everything blurred but the need to have her. Before he knew it, Phil was
on the couch, on his back with his pants around his knees. He was