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whips, chains and various other contraptions that hung from the ceiling
like erotic chandeliers.
    “Whoa.” She tried not to gape as she fell back against the
chocolate-colored suede wall. “Have you used all of this equipment?”
    “Um, not all of it.” A red flush raced up his neck as he
adjusted the lighting. “Music?”
    Was he embarrassed? If so, of what? “Sure. Are we not
supposed to be in here?”
    “If the door is open, it’s available to anyone who knows
where it’s located. The only rule is you need to leave it as neat as you find
it.” For the first time he appeared uncertain as he turned one direction then
the other while creating the perfect mood. His lack of smoothness bolstered her
confidence. “Will this suffice for what you have in mind?”
    A large, round mattress big enough for six people took
center stage in the middle of the room. A massage table waited in the corner
and on the opposite side of the room was a grouping of chairs that ranged from
the old-fashioned hard-back variety to soft, cushy rockers. A wet bar ran along
an entire wall and a glass-front armoire stood sentry at the end. For some
reason the thought of opening those doors scared the crap out of her.
    “I hope so. If not, then I’m not very creative.”
    He held out his hand. “Come to me.”
    Without further hesitation, she ran into his arms, lifting
her chin to receive the gift of the firm press of his lips. Jorges’ kiss was
exactly what she needed. Hard and hot, but undemanding. He allowed her to lead,
parting his lips when she licked the seam with the tip of her tongue, playing,
but not taking over.
    By the time she pulled away, she was pleased to see him gasp
for breath and his eyes spark with desire.
    This was it. The chance to live out her craziest fantasies.
She couldn’t have a better partner to play them out with than Jorges.
    But where to start? There was so much to choose from. The
table? The bed? A flash of glitter caught her eye.
    Oh… A gleaming bar, about three feet long, hung suspended
from the ceiling by gold chains. Attached to the bar were two soft leather
straps worn well with use.
    A gorgeous naked guy completely at her mercy? Yes, please.
    “God, you’re sexy when you’re thinking dirty thoughts.”
    Jorges’ compliment boosted her confidence to near superhuman
levels and she had to bite her lip to keep from smiling like a fool. Mentally
she cracked her knuckles and prepared to feed her illicit fantasies, while
physically she composed her features and strove for a more mature expression.
    “Take off your shirt. Please.”
    A stupid grin threatened to gain control of her lips as
Jorges grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and slowly pulled it up his golden torso
and over his head. The scrollwork tattoo she had glimpsed along his neck flowed
down to skim the curve of his pectoral and lower still to dip in and out of the
valley of his abs before disappearing under the waistband of his jeans.
    “Now the rest.”
    He reached for the fly of his jeans as he toed off his
shoes. The soft wisp of denim over skin made goose bumps rise on her arms. Of
course he went commando. She started to laugh, but it quickly died as his cock
sprang free. Already hard and ready to fuck, the thick length stood proudly
from the juncture of his thighs, his entire groin was tight, bare and framed in
the beautiful tattoo.
    The tips of her fingers tingled in anticipation of exploring
all that velvety smoothness. Never before had she been so close to a man with
such soft-looking skin. The novelty made her forget her desire to be
sophisticated and worldly, and before she could stop herself, she blurted, “Do
you wax?”
    Oops. She slapped her hand over her mouth. That’s right.
Keep proving how big of a Gomer you really are.
    Jorges laughed and took her hand from her mouth. “I used to,
but that gets time-consuming. And painful. So I went through laser treatments.
I like the way my skin feels, and when I get older, I won’t have