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pulling her down and burying himself at his leisure. His fingers had not prepared her for his girth. He filled her. Consumed her. Claimed her.
    One thrust…two…
    “Together,” he said, then sealed his mouth to hers and pushed a long finger inside her ass.
    Her climax splintered through her body as he groaned out his pleasure.
    He turned and sat on the table, allowing his control to slip as they climbed high. Her nails dug into his back, and her teeth sank into his shoulder. As her orgasm subsided, he stroked her hair, held her in his embrace, and kissed the length of her neck, whispering words of treasure against her skin.
    If only he’d cradle her in his lap and let her sleep in his arms.
    “You ready?” he rasped.
    “For?”
    “Your spanking.”
    Before she could respond, he was on his feet and turning around. He placed her upon the kitchen table on her hands and knees.
    “Shoulders down, ass up,” he murmured, adjusting her so.
    “But—”
    “Hush,” he instructed. “I lead, you follow. Remember?”
    Holy shit, he really was going to spank her.
    In the bowed position, Phoebe cradled her head upon her forearms and closed her eyes, hoping the darkness would settle her racing thoughts and her pounding heart. Though she couldn’t see him behind her, she felt him there, felt his gaze burning into her skin like the potent rays of a noonday’s sun.
    The coolness of the room in contrast to the heat of her exposed sex compounded the myriad of sensations assaulting her body—arousal and anxiety and anticipation to name a few. Cum trickled down her thighs, and shame flamed her cheeks. She was sloppy wet, and this displayed position just highlighted the wantonness of her actions.
    More, Hottie was going to punish her for coming without permission. Like the alpha men of those erotic e-novels she’d secretly read when she’d been alone, Dane was going to dominate her, discipline her, complete her, consume her, make her beg, make her plead, and perhaps make her come all over again. Hell, the mere thought of it made her want to cream herself.
    “What are you thinking?” he asked. “And don’t lie.”
    Obviously a man of detail, he must have noticed the slight tensing of her muscles, the shuddering breath. How else could he know her initial intent?
    Rather than lie, she said nothing.
    “Speak, Phoebe. Tell me what you feel.”
    “I don’t want to.”
    “I don’t want to, Sir,” he corrected.
    If her eyes hadn’t been closed, she might have rolled them. “I don’t want to, Sir.”
    The air shifted, indicating his movement. “Do you not trust me?”
    What a weird thing to say. What did trust have to do with her naked body displayed on a table waiting for a spanking? Well, unless he wondered if she trusted him to dish out a dose of discipline. But again, silly. How could she not? She’d given him full access to her body, hadn’t she? If she doubted him, she definitely wouldn’t have stayed on the table.
    “I trust you to spank me,” she offered.
    A callused palm smoothed over the curve of ass cheek. “So, you trust me with your body, but not your thoughts.”
    What was she to say to that? That this whole situation was thrilling and titillating and sexy and scandalous and…a tad slutty of her? Or maybe just plain stupid.
    While she liked to think she was being sexually adventurous, exploring something she’d always fantasized about but never thought to realize before, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of doubt. Sex with a stranger was already something heavy, but submitting—relinquishing herself to said stranger totally—mind, body and soul—seemed not only desperate, but dangerous.
    Damn, she wanted to do it anyway.
    Hell, she was doing it.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
    Hot Kitchen Moments
     
    Dane ran his finger through the warm cream wetting her thighs. Her cream. Her cum. The woman erupted on his fingers, in his mouth, and was completely insatiable until he’d spent himself deep inside