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major hard-on for your husband, sweetheart. Maybe you’d like us to tie you to that chair and you can watch while Joe stretches Hake’s asshole for a while.”
    Mandy gulped at his expression. Either he was the greatest actor ever born or he was dead serious. Hake’s growl said he clearly thought it was the latter and wasn’t very happy about it, so as thrilling as the prospect was, she backed down for his sake.
    “Um, how do ham sandwiches sound?”
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    “Dandy.” Brent leaned back with a satisfied smirk. “You can put on an apron, but if you try to dress in anything else, it’ll be unwearable by the time we’re done with it.”
    After a quick glance at Hake, she slipped into the kitchen and let the door swing shut behind her. Leaning against the wall, she drew a few deep breaths to steady herself.
    Jesus, what an experience! What in the world did they feed those Kansas boys to make them so kinky?
    Sighing with an unnerving blend of trepidation and contentment, she went to the pantry and pulled her apron off the inside of the door, slipping it over her head and tying it behind her back with the efficiency gained from years of practice. The draft over her bare butt was disconcerting, but she ignored it while she checked the pot roast.
    Then she got out the sandwich fixings and started slathering whole wheat bread with mustard and mayonnaise, thinking about Hake and what he was getting out of all this. It was hard to tell how he was really taking her having sex with other men, and as stoic as he was, she doubted taking off the gag would have told her much more.
    Joe’s advances toward Hake had caught her off guard, and they’d obviously knocked Hake for a loop, too. Anxiety knotted Mandy’s stomach as she started putting together the sandwiches. While he wasn’t homophobic, Hake was certainly proud to be a big, tough heterosexual male, and coming so quickly at another man’s hand couldn’t have helped his self-esteem any.
    Why had he done this? He claimed it was all for her, that she needed it, and maybe on a certain level, it really was for her.
    But the fact that he’d arranged the whole thing without consulting her told its own story. He needed to feel in control of something and no doubt he’d thought he would be controlling this scene. But Brent and Joe had caught the ball and run with it, setting in motion a chain of events Hake had surely never intended. He needed to regain control of the situation or it might backfire on all of them.
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    Robin L. Rotham
    The knife in her hand gave her an idea and a slow smile curved her lips. Surely they’d untie Hake long enough to eat a bite. She should slip him a weapon of some kind. Nothing too dangerous, of course—just something to symbolize who held the real power in this little game.
    Mandy let her eyes trail around the sunny yellow kitchen, touching on various utensils and discarding them just as quickly. The spatulas, wire whisks, and ladles in their caddy on the counter weren’t threatening enough. The knives in the block were too threatening. The wood rolling pin had potential, but it was probably a little too Granny Clampett.
    She gave a passing thought to the cattle prod tucked behind the bench seat of Hake’s pickup. He’d chased her with it more than once, and the threat alone had been enough to make her pussy drip with excitement. But they’d never actually used it during their sexy little games, and though she’d been curious enough to seriously consider trying it, she was no longer so sure it was a good idea. God knew getting zapped by the electric fence had never given her anything but a headache, and she’d watched enough real-life crime dramas since Hake’s accident to have learned that a few serial killers actually tortured their victims with cattle prods. She was kinky, but not that kinky.
    Then her gaze landed on Hake’s bright orange hunting cap hanging on the rack by the garage door. Hmmm . He had several rifles