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“Really?”
    “You’ll learn.” He pulled out of her and lifted onto his palms. “That when I tell you to do something, you do it. Or in this case, don’t do it.”

Chapter Seven
    Marcus took Sinclair’s hands and tugged her to a sitting position. She looked so damn sexy with her hair all disheveled, dressed in nothing but her heels. Her skin was still flushed pink, her lips swollen from his kisses. Those delectable breasts stood erect and firm, her nipples a light shade of rose.
    He pulled her to her feet and let her body bump into his. One arm wrapped around her waist to hold her there. He could feel her breasts thicken against his chest, her heart race along with his. It would be so easy to take her again, sink his cock between her legs and stay there. She’d fit him like a glove—a glove made specifically for him.
    Her eyes met his and her lips twitched adorably. “This is my punishment?”
    “Oh, no,” he replied with a slow shake of his head. “I’m just enjoying the feel of your body against mine.” His hand snaked around and squeezed her ass. “And I’m definitely enjoying it.”
    “It is nice,” she whispered and slid her hands up along his biceps toward his shoulders.
    He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent mixed with the smell of sex. He could feel himself getting hard again and he ground his cock into the softness of her lower belly with a moan.
    “Punishment,” he whispered in her ear. He smiled at the way her body trembled. “We need to take care of the punishment, then you can take care of this.” He took one of her hands and placed it over his thickening cock.
    She rubbed him gently before wrapping her fingers around his length and squeezing. He sighed and closed his eyes as her hand slowly worked up and down, applying pressure just the way he liked. It would be so easy to allow her to keep going, to let her have her way, but he’d promised a punishment and to be honest, he was looking forward to it.
    He enjoyed giving punishment and could often get a woman to come using a flogger. Which reminded him…
    He removed her hand and lifted it to his lips. Kissing the back of it, he grinned over her knuckles. “Go get in the shower.”
    “Are you coming?”
    “Oh, yes. But I need to get rid of this condom as well as find your surprise.”
    “My surprise? I thought I was being punished.”
    “Oh, trust me. You’ll definitely be punished.”
    Her lips lifted in a half smile that made his stomach flip. She thought he was kidding her about the punishment. He could tell by the grin tugging at her mouth. She had such an adorable, sexy grin he wouldn’t be able to deny her anything. Thank God, she didn’t know that yet.
    With a pat on her ass, he shoved her toward the bathroom. “Shower,” he repeated.
    “Fine.” She sighed.
    He watched the soft sway of her ass and grinned. This punishment thing was going to be fun. A lot of fun.
    With a devilish snicker, the turned to the nightstand and began to rummage through it, looking for the flogger and anal toys he saw earlier. He also pulled out a tube of lubricant and headed into the bathroom. The showers were equipped with handcuffs, and even a blindfold hung from the ceiling, which he imagined would come in handy as well.
    But first things first. And that was talking.
    He set all his stuff on the counter by the sink and watched Sinclair as she bent forward and turned on the shower faucet. She straightened and put her hand under the stream, smiling slightly as the water began to warm.
    God, she looked incredible. She had curves and dips and breasts that actually made his fingers twitch to touch them. They were a handful, just like she could sometimes be.
    She glanced at him over her shoulder and her smile turned a little uncertain. He could definitely understand why. It had been their first time. They worked together. Most anyone would be a little uncertain. They hadn’t talked about the future or what