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broken compass.” Josh traced the points pointing south and east, moving up to where the dagger sliced through the compass face.
    “It’s been a rough year and a half.”
    Josh hummed. “Have you lost your way?”
    Shit. He shouldn’t be getting turned on by this. Shouldn’t want to lean into Josh’s touch, or turn his head to kiss him. Shouldn’t want—
    The slap to his ass sent him skidding forward on the floor. Crying out in surprise, Oliver twisted around to glare at Josh. “What the hell?”
    “The subs go through a lot worse. I just need to know if you feel any stress points in the leather. Pinching.” Josh placed a hand on Oliver’s waist, repositioning him. “We’re testing the restraints, remember. Focus on that, please.”
    Another crack filled the air as another smack landed on his denim-covered ass. Even though he was ready for it, Oliver still groaned. Heat from where Josh had landed the blows bled throughout his muscles, down to his thighs and between his legs. A third crack, this time landing far harder than the previous. The fourth and fifth almost had him coming in his pants.
    “God, Josh. Stop.”
    “Guess we should have discussed safe words before I put you up. Stop could mean anything.” A hand curled around his hip, the fingertips digging into Oliver’s sensitive skin. Josh’s low rumbling laughter warmed Oliver through to the core. “It could mean, More, Josh. Harder, Josh. I’m about to blow my load, Josh. How are your wrists?”
    “What?” Oliver closed his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing. “Fine. They’re fine. My ass is another matter.”
    “I’m sure it will survive.” Josh moved in front of him once more. “I’ll rub some oil into it to soften up the surface a bit. The leather cuffs, that is. Unless your ass needs an oiling too?”
    What the fuck? What. The. Fuck? Josh was flirting with him? No, this wasn’t flirting. It was downright seduction.
    He had to get out of here. Get some fresh air, clear his head and dampen his raging libido. Maybe he’d go home and have a cold shower.
    When Josh didn’t move to unbuckle the straps, Oliver frowned. “Going to let me go?”
    “I’m not sure.” Josh ran his gaze down the front of Oliver’s torso, stopping when he reached his groin. “You appear to enjoy being tied up.”
    They’d never done this before, the flirting. Josh’s easy smile and gentle touches had always been given freely, but not this. The blatant sexual teasing caught Oliver off guard. He’d never seen that particular gleam in Josh’s eye or the raw hunger shining out. He smelled of arousal and musk, and the combination had Oliver’s head spinning.
    There was no questioning that he was blushing now. With one notable exception, Oliver had never been so mortified in his entire life. This was turning him on and he couldn’t hide his reaction. “Please, Josh.” His whisper was barely audible.
    The other man reached up and gripped the chains above Oliver’s hands. Josh’s brown hair slipped forward to frame his face, his pupils were wide and his gaze locked onto Oliver’s. “Again, I’m not entirely certain I know what you mean. Please, Josh, what? Please let me go? Or please give me more?”
    Oh Christ. Oliver tried to swallow past the dry lump in his throat, but he couldn’t get his mouth to work. Josh was teasing him, and yet Beth had said he planned to move to Montreal. His actions meant nothing, and Oliver couldn’t let himself think otherwise.
    “Josh? Oliver?” Beth’s voice echoed from the hall.
    He didn’t want her to walk in on him strung out like this, vulnerable and exposed.
    Josh cocked his head and smiled. “Or maybe, please, Josh, go get Beth so she can have a go as well?” Josh spoke in a hushed rush of hot air and moisture that teased Oliver’s face. Josh’s lips parted, a prelude to speech, but the words didn’t come. Their gazes locked and Josh pulled back slightly, frowning.
    “Guys, you there?”
    “Let me