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last of the class was filing out the door. Mercy swept off the table and pushed in the chairs. The classroom set back to rights, she went into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of tea. Maybe she could design a corset tea cozy or something like that. It would be fun to try.
    Just as she was losing herself thinking about the design, the door chime rang. She set down her tea glass on a paper napkin and came out from behind the partition.  
    “Did I miss it?” Carly rushed in, arms laden with a box of cupcakes.
    “Yes. Again.” Mercy laughed and took the box from her hands. Setting it on the counter, she opened the lid and gasped. Each little cupcake had naughty little candy embellishments.  
    “You’ve outdone yourself.” Mercy grinned and picked up a vanilla frosted one with a tiny licorice flogger on top. The strands were thin and black, sprouting from a handle of red braided candy. “You know the way to a woman’s heart. Bondage and cake. I think I may love you.” She took a bite of the cupcake and groaned at the sugary sweetness.
    “Do you mean it?” Carly asked, her voice suspiciously calm.
    “What?” Mercy swallowed the last of the white cake and was about to put her frosting laden finger in her mouth when Carly grabbed her hand.
    “I said, did you mean it?”
    “Mean what?” Mercy stared at her, knowing exactly what Carly was asking, but afraid to answer.  
    “Okay, so we are going to be difficult about this I see.” Carly took Mercy’s frosting covered finger and placed it in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, licking the sweet frosting off, her accusing gaze never wavering from Mercy’s widened eyes.  
    Mercy pulled her finger free with a pop, staring at Carly—speechless.
    Carly placed her lips on Mercy’s for a fluttering kiss and moved towards the door. “There. Was that so hard?” Carly flipped the sign to closed. “Mmm. Butter cream. My favorite. Probably shouldn’t have made those with vanilla frosting though. Doesn’t really fit the kinky theme, does it?”
    “What are you doing?” Mercy started. A warm flutter of desire started in her belly and moved steadily downward. “It’s not even six thirty yet.”
    “I know perfectly well what time it is. You really want someone to come barging in here?”
    Carly clicked the lock and yanked the large curtains at the store front window closed. “There. Now, where was I?”  
    Mercy backed away. “What are you doing?”
    “I’ve been waiting around for you to ask me out for two years, Mercy Devereux. Since you won’t take the lead, I will. I’ve seen how you’ve been eyeing my butt when you think I’m not looking. Every day you stare out of the window at the end of the day, afraid to come over and talk to me.” Carly snorted. “I’m tired of waiting for what I want and I want you.”
    Mercy stared at her, eyes wide and mouth gaping. “I...”  
    “Uh huh. That’s what I’m talking about. Tell me you didn’t like it when I kissed you and I’ll walk out that door and never come back.”  
      Mercy stared, not knowing what to say. Could it be true?    
    Carly put her hands on her hips and stared her down. “I think you like to play at being a kinky little tease, but when a girl gets down to business, you run for the hills.”
    “Is this running?” Mercy wrapped her arms around Carly and drew her in for a deep kiss. Her tongue pushed between Carly’s lips, prepared for an all out invasion.  
    Carly groaned into her mouth and ran her hands down Mercy’s back, rubbing tiny circles on her ass.
    “God, I would love to spank the shit out of you for making me wait.”  
    “What?” Mercy laughed, pulling away slightly.
    “Yes. I think I’m going to. You don’t know how crazy you’ve been making me with your tight jeans and your skin-tight little t-shirts. God, woman! Do you think I’m made of stone?” Carly moved in her direction with purpose.
    “Oh no, you don’t!” Mercy squealed, running behind