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ask?”
    “Is it filming us right now?”
    Understanding flooded her features. “Yes. It’s filming right now.”
    He smiled, already getting hard again. “I have a feeling we’re going to enjoy watching that film.” He moved inside her, a slow slide from side to side. “After we add a little additional footage.”
    He lifted her and walked to one of the two overstuffed chairs sitting in the front of the store for customer use. Blake claimed one of them, sitting down with Kim straddling him.
    “I can’t believe we’re doing this in one of the chairs in my store,” she murmured, but her hips moved against his.
    His hands settled on her waist, and he pulled her down against him as he arched his hips, and pressed deep inside her. Round two was officially underway.

Chapter Six
     
    “Delivery,” Jessica called, rushing into Kim’s office where Kim sat behind her old wooden desk, pretending to do the store’s accounting, when she was really replaying the night before with Blake.
    Kim’s eyes went wide at the pink box Jessica held with a pink ribbon tied around it.
    “No card,” Jessica said. “What don’t I know that I should know?” She set it down in front of Kim.
    Kim inhaled and studied the box, knowing it was from Blake, who had not only lived up to his word and kissed her from head to toe and then done it all over again, several times; he’d taught her positions she’d never known possible. Then he’d insisted she stay the night so he could start her day with an orgasm. And he had. As in plural—orgasms. She’d had more sex in one evening than she’d had in five years.
    “Kim?”
    Kim’s gaze jerked to Jessica. “Yes?”
    Jessica sat down in the chair in front of the desk. “It’s from Blake, isn’t it?”
    She’d shared a censored version of her night with Blake. Kim nodded. “I think so.”
    Her eyes lit. “I knew when you told me you walked out on Blake, you’d become a challenge. I didn’t say anything in case I was wrong, which clearly I wasn’t. So tell me everything. When? Where? How?”
    A challenge. Why did that idea bother Kim? This was a sex thing with Blake, nothing more. She knew that. A man like Blake didn’t do relationships.
    A chime on the front door sounded, and Jessica pursed her lips. “Damn and double damn. I really wanted to hear the details.”
    Kim wasn’t sorry. She wasn’t keen on opening the box with company, even Jessica. “Pull the door shut behind you.”
    “Fine,” Jessica said. “But I’m coming back for the details.”
    Kim stared at the box for a long moment before opening it to reveal a tiny pair of red silk panties. She bit her lip and opened the small note card on top. “Because red is sexy.” She smiled at the obvious reference to her hair.
    The man made her feel wonderful in all kinds of ways, and she knew she had to be careful—she had to remember Blake was a Master in some sex Society. Sex was his game, seduction his craft. She could enjoy him, and oh, man, she did enjoy him. But at no time could she allow herself to get emotionally attached or she’d get hurt. Right. Don’t get emotionally attached. Resolutely, she set the note back in the box and placed the lid back on top, sealing away her present, and with it, the flutter in her chest that said it was too late—she’d started getting attached before they’d ever had sex. Sex being the operative word. This was about sex. They’d have sex. Lots and lots of sex. She’d have orgasms. She’d be daring enough to give him a few orgasms he didn’t see coming. And she’d leave this experience more confident, more in touch with herself and her desires.
     
     
    Kim didn’t hear from Blake the rest of the day, but somehow she knew he’d walk through the store’s door just before closing. Exactly why she’d made darn sure she’d sidelined Jessica’s questions and sent her packing early—a task made easier because of Jessica’s “hot” date. And it was a good thing because,