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    “Boone…”
    I felt her behind me, in the doorway, even before she said my name.
    “The mosquitoes will eat you alive out here. Why don’t you come back inside? I promise; no more games.”
    I wished I could promise the same. This whole situation felt like a game, right down to the reason people were getting murdered.
    Someone was playing a serious game with our minds and our lives.
    “Boone,” she repeated. “Let’s find something to eat. Hungry woman here!”
    I didn’t answer, but left my spot at the porch’s rail behind and followed her back into the cabin, securing the door behind us.
    “You cooking?” I grinned, deciding to embrace her lighter mood. I’d had enough heaviness to last a lifetime.
    “I’m thinking about it.” She raised a brow, daring me to comment on her nonexistent culinary skills.
    “Keep right on thinking,” I teased.
    I hadn’t commented this morning, but from what I’d tasted of Olympia’s cooking, meal preparation wasn’t on her list of talents. She’d certainly earned an ‘A’ for effort, but it was obvious she’d always had the help cook her meals in the past.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
    I cleared my throat. “Nothing, babe. The eggs were just a little on the soggy side. And I do like salt, but…”
    She laughed. “Blame the woman next to me. I was just following her lead.”
    “Come here,” I curled my curled my trigger finger, motioning her over.
    Her smile faltered.
    “Babe, I just want to give you a hug. We’re a team. You have a right to be curious and ask questions, considering you lost your fucking mind.”
    She smirked first, and then smiled, shaking her head. “I’m not sure I like it when you put it that way. And are you sure we should be hugging? You know what they say?”
    “What who says?” I shot back, enjoying our banter.
    “They, whoever they are. They say hugs and hand-holding can lead to other things.”
    I knew I needed to stop while I was ahead, but I couldn’t seem to give a fuck about my father’s warning. Bones had told me making Olympia happy and playing nice would help win her over, and that was exactly what I was doing – working to win her approval.
    If sex made her happy, who was I to withhold that happiness?
    Grinning back at her, I took the bait. “What kinds of other things?”
    “I could show you.” She bit her lower lip before running her tongue over it.
    That was all the invitation I needed. “You’ve been kinda bad, babe. I may have to punish you. Can you live with that?”
    My mind was already picturing what items, here in the cabin, would serve my purpose. I didn’t have any of my personal toys or tools here, but I was a resourceful motherfucker when it came to getting my kink on, and I intended to make use of my ingenuity.
    She continued to worry at her lip, seemingly unaware of just how sexy her nibbling was. Her eyes widened when she caught me staring, and her checks flushed. “Yes, sir. I have been bad. Again.”
    My cock strained, and anticipation lanced through me as I watched her shift nervously, still wearing her panties and a t-shirt that strained across her perfect breasts.
    “Sally,” I said with meaning; calling her Olympia again would be like pouring water on the flame burning between us, and this was one fire I wanted to feed. “I like how you just referred to me as Sir. Tonight you will call me, Sir, as if it is my name. Nothing else. Understood?”
    She nodded. Lowering her gaze, she peeked at me through long, thick lashes. “Yes, Sir.”
    “You have been very bad. I asked you to put on some clothes, but here you are teasing me with your hot body, wearing those sexy red panties that barely cover your sweet pussy.”
    Her whole body shuddered. “You’re right, Sir. I disobeyed you.”
    Holy Hell. For someone who had been innocent, a virgin even, last night, Olympia was playing the perfect submissive whore tonight. She was a natural. More