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wealth of hair, weaving his fingers through the strands. With a
tug, he lifted her face and studied it in the faint light from the dashboard.
    “I think we have ourselves a little
challenge, Craig. You up for it?”
    “I’ve been up for it since darlin ’ here started wiggling and teasing right there in
Reece Murdoch’s living room.”
    “Uh huh. I’m thinking we introduce our girl to the full benefits of ménage tonight.”
    Craig’s chuckle filled the air,
right alongside the scent of aroused woman. Ash loosed Sinclair’s hair and sat
back to let her think on what was coming. Anticipation was a fine thing, and he
and Craig were suffering enjoyably right along with her.
     

Chapter Three
     
    “Alone at last.” Reece couldn’t remember what movie that line came from, but Candace looked as
anticipatory as he felt, her mouth softening and her eyelids appearing heavy.
The little dress needed to come off. Now.
    She rewrapped the trays and shoved
them back in the fridge, her movements quick and sure. “You wanna lock up? Turn off the TV?”
    “I’ll take care of it. I want to
find you naked, kneeling on the bed, chest to the mattress when I get there.”
    “Yes, Sheriff.” With a sultry look, Candace glided past him on those damn shoes.
    “Leave the footwear on.”
    “ Yessir .” Fuck. He didn’t need any formal titles in
their play, but being called Sir did something for him, especially when it came
from his woman’s sweet mouth.
    Taking his time, he went around the
house, testing windows and locking the front door—the back door was rarely
used, but he’d check it, too. It was his job to practice safety, but his most
precious possession was in his home, in his bed, and he’d do anything to
protect her. He flicked off the TV, giving the game only a cursory glance, and
picked up the empty bottles from earlier, shoving them back into the carton.
    After turning off the lights, he
made his way to the bedroom, using the ambient illumination spilling out from
that room’s door. As he entered he stumbled to a halt. Despite knowing what
would greet him there, he still wasn’t prepared. The two bedside lamps were on,
spilling a warm glow over the bed, highlighting the flawless, dewy skin of his
woman. Following his orders, her curvaceous form was in the center of the
mattress, the long line of her back rising from her lowered shoulders to the
roundness of her ass. His gaze narrowed for a moment on the fading welt his
belt had left—Candace loved her spankings, slipping away on the flood of
endorphins the pleasure/pain released, her stress draining away. And Reece
loved to provide the sensual touch.
    Golden curls obscured her face, but
he had no doubt she was watching him through the curtain of hair. He didn’t
school his features. He had no need to appear inscrutable. Candace Grant had
his heart and the rest of him in the palm of her little hand and he didn’t care
who knew it, most of all her.
    Her breasts were pressed into the
mattress, pushed higher from where they rested on her knees; such was the
length of her legs in comparison to her petite torso. He admired the side view
of one of the full mounds, and his hands itched to be filled by them, his
fingers longing to squeeze and mold that soft flesh. But that was for later.
    Unbuttoning his shirt, he strode to
the dresser and retrieved the package he’d left there earlier. The plug wasn’t
a beginner’s size and had some heft to it, made from beautifully polished
steel, a jewel inset in the flanged base. Semiprecious, the guy behind the
counter had called it. Not a sapphire, but a blue topaz—the color of Candace’s
eyes. And semiprecious was such a misnomer.
    Impatiently tugging his shirt off,
throwing it over a chair before he worked his jeans off, he studied his woman.
“ You thinking about anything in particular?”
    “Just waiting on
you, Reece.” Lust colored her tone, made it thick.
    He thought about the three people
who’d just left their