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residual Dom instinct from the scene he’d just played, and it made my head spin just a little. “Already got plenty of thorns.”
“ I noticed,” I said, glancing over at Smurfette, who was watching us like a tennis match, one to the other and back again. “What was that paddle like?”
She smiled dreamily. “Hard.”
* * * *
Josh
Alex declined my offer of a ride home, telling me she had a kink-friendly roommate on the way to pick her up. Then, slyly, she suggested that Lena might be in greater need of a ride.
“ That was really subtle,” Lena said, shaking her head and draining her drink.
“ I try.” With a bright smile, Alex pecked me on the cheek, then waved goodbye as she headed toward the exit.
Lena and I exchanged a glance. “Going my way?” she asked.
Nodding, I got to my feet. “Need to go tell people that it’s just a ride home, with no kink attached?”
She laughed. “Let them wonder.”
I grabbed my toy bag while she shrugged on her jacket, and together we made our way out into the night air. My car wasn’t far, and Lena kept pace with me easily, her rubber-soled platform boots making almost no noise against the pavement.
She slipped into the passenger seat before I could even think of opening the door for her. I suppressed a smile as I placed my toy bag into the trunk of the car, unzipped it and pulled out the paddle I’d used earlier.
Lena could play all the games she wanted, but I had a few aces up my sleeve.
After I slid behind the wheel, I held up the paddle. “You wanted to look at this?”
For a second she blinked at me, those striking green eyes widening a little. Then she took the paddle with a smile. “If you wanted me to paddle you, Josh, you shoulda said so back at the club…”
I ignored her bait, starting the engine and buckling up while she ran admiring fingers across the varnished wood. “This is beautiful.”
I didn’t know if it was the sincerity in her voice or the way she caressed the paddle, or the fact that this was the first time we’d been truly alone since we first met. Whatever the reason, the urge to press her back against her seat and kiss her until she was breathless was overwhelming.
Only, I couldn’t. It was her move; I’d made that clear from the start. So I concentrated on driving. On not noticing exactly where the lace hem of her mini-dress became a pale, soft stretch of skin, or the way she let the paddle rest against her inner thigh.
“ You gonna play with Smurfette again?” she asked after a couple of minutes.
“ Jealous?”
Her voice thick with amusement at the notion, she said, “Nah. I could just get used to seeing you shirtless.”
She was good.
I was better.
“ You know exactly how to get me out of my shirt, little tease. You’re just too stubborn to give in and admit how much you want it.”
The pet name had come to me as I was showering a few nights ago, and this was the first time I’d used it. It definitely had the desired effect; she shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together in that subtle way women do when they’re too turned on to resist it.
Her next words were directions—we were getting close to her apartment—and she waited until I pulled over outside her building before speaking.
“ I’m not in denial, Josh. I know exactly how much I want you, because I can feel it.” Her fingers slid an inch up her thigh, pulling her dress up with them, and it was a damn good thing I wasn’t driving right then, cause I’d probably have run the car off the road.
“ Oh, you really are a tease.” I’d heard a rumour that the last time someone tried to top Lena, she’d had him tied up in the dungeon with an ass halfway to purple by the end of the night. Watching her, I could believe it.
“ I’d only be a tease if I didn’t plan to let you take what you wanted.” She ran her fingers over my paddle again, lightly up, then down, then up…
My scene with Alex had been interesting, but it