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Sweetly. Why couldn’t she tell the difference when it came to Ian’s kisses?
    She moaned into his mouth, her body going rigid before it molded against his long length. His taste and scent hit her like a tsunami of lust. Her nipples pinched tight, as if that sensitive flesh had learned to associate his taste with pleasure. He tore his mouth from hers way sooner than she’d expected—or wanted—given how hot and hard he felt.
    God, how she wanted him.
The blazing, obvious truth hadn’t fully hit her until that moment. She’d never considered that a man like Ian would be interested in her sexually, so she hadn’t allowed herself to fully acknowledge her desire for him.
    The distant streetlight made his eyes gleam in his otherwise shadowed face as he looked down at her. She felt anger and lust resonating off his body in equal measure.
    “How
dare
you even consider letting that unlicensed scumbag put a needle to your skin? And what kind of a little fool bares her ass to a roomful of slavering men?” he bit out.
    She gasped. “
Slavering men
 . . . those are my friends.” She blinked, absorbing the rest of what he’d said. “Bart doesn’t have a license? Wait . . . how did you even
know
where I was?”
    “Your friend shouted the name of the tattoo parlor loud and clear while we were on the phone,” he said scathingly, stepping away from her and leaving her flesh vibrating in protest at his absence.
    “Oh,” she said slowly. She watched as he lunged across the grass to the curb and whipped open the door to a dark, sleek, very expensive-looking sedan.
    She looked at him warily. “Where are we going?” she asked.
    “If you choose to get in, the penthouse,” he said succinctly.
    Her heart started to play a drum solo in her ears. “Why?”
    “Like I said, you let your guard down, Francesca. I told you what I was going to do to you the next time you did. Do you recall?”
    Her world narrowed to the glint of his eyes in his darkened face and her heartbeat crashing against her eardrums.
    Never leave yourself undefended, Francesca. Never. The next time you do, I will punish you.
    Warm liquid rushed between her thighs. No . . . he
couldn’t
be serious. She experienced a wild thought that she should run back and participate in the silly, drunken antics of her friends.
    “Get in the car or don’t,” he said, his voice less harsh than before. “I just want you to know what will happen if you do.”
    “You’ll punish me?” she clarified shakily. “What . . . like
spank
me?” She couldn’t believe she’d just uttered those words. She couldn’t believe it when he nodded once.
    “That’s right. Your transgression has earned you a paddling, too. I’d give you more if you weren’t a novice at this. And it will hurt. But I’ll only give you what you can take. And I would never,
ever
harm or mark you, Francesca. You’re far too precious. You have my word on that.”
    Francesca glanced at the lights of the distant tattoo parlor and back at Ian’s face.
    This was a madness she couldn’t resist.
    He said nothing—just closed the door after her when she got into the passenger seat of his car.

Chapter 4
    The elevator door slid silently open, and she followed him into the penthouse, experiencing equal parts trepidation and excitement.
    “Follow me to my bedroom,” Ian said.
    My bedroom.
The words seemed to echo around her skull. She’d never been in this wing of the enormous condominium, she realized distractedly. She trailed behind him, feeling like a schoolgirl that had been caught red-handed. The undeniable anticipation she felt seemed to hint at something she couldn’t quite fathom; somehow, she knew that if she crossed the threshold into Ian’s private quarters, her life would change forever. As if Ian understood this, he paused in front of an ornately carved wood doorway.
    “You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” he said.
    “No,” she admitted, wishing her cheeks