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but she wasn’t the only one who could ask questions. Finding out about Caroline Aaron had been his secret obsession, even after he’d believed he’d missed his chance with her.
    He knew she’d stopped reporting on the stars’ secrets and gotten a book deal to write her father’s biography. He knew the fetish club she frequented and he’d even gone there himself once or twice out of curiosity. She hadn’t been there, but he’d gotten an earful from some attractive women wearing strategically placed pasties and little else. Everyone there knew Caroline.
    She moaned in pleasure and he knew the meathead she’d been seeing couldn’t be satisfying any of her needs. If he had been, she wouldn’t be here like this. Caroline was as sexual a woman as he had ever known, unapologetically so, but she was also loyal. Faithful to friends and lovers alike. As loyal as she was kinky.
    If he ever met the man he’d have to thank him for being such a fuckup.
    Jefferson knew what it would take to keep her interest, and it wasn’t flowers or love letters that rang her bell. Which was good, since Jefferson wasn’t a love letter kind of guy. He didn’t share Caroline’s or his sister’s talent for the written word. He’d always been better at showing than telling.
    There were things he wanted to show her. Do to her. Things he’d been imagining in the darkest part of the night. Some things that had never crossed his mind until he’d joined an online forum and started reading. They were branded into his brain now. The idea of having her submit to his every dirty whim appealed to something primal and raw inside him. He’d never been good at holding back—he’d never had to be—but it would be worth it if it got him what he wanted. Caroline on her knees.
    He lifted his mouth when he felt her hands reaching for the waistband of his boxer shorts. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    Tempting him. Trying to make him lose his mind and forget all the frustration he’d gone through without her.
    Her lashes were lowered, her full lips parted and shimmering with what remained of her sweet-tasting gloss as she groaned. “You know what I want. Don’t make me beg.”
    He forced himself to chuckle. “That’s exactly what I expect you to do.”
    Her eyes opened wide then and he knew she’d heard the steel in his words. He smiled as he pushed himself off of her. “Roll over.”
    She licked her bottom lip, eyeing the tent of his shorts while she considered his words. But he didn’t want to give her time to think. “Now, Caroline.”
    He heard her soft inhalation when she did as he asked. Jesus save me , he thought, staring at the colorful, elegant Asian artwork and poetry inked into her back that brought attention to her sweet, bare ass. He loved this view. He dreamed of it every night and it still didn’t prepare him for seeing it again up close and in person.
    He dug his fingers into her hips and dragged her toward him until her toes were on the floor, her legs slightly spread as she bent over the tall bed. He squeezed the soft, rounded flesh firmly and she moaned again. “Do you like that?”
    “Yes,” she sighed.
    Jefferson didn’t want her sighs. He wanted her out of control. He wanted her screams.
    He stepped to one side, still spreading her cheeks apart with each caress, loving the delicate feel of her skin under his rough hands. ”Are you sure you don’t have any plans tonight?”
    “Mmmm…I’m sure.”
    Pressing one palm against the small of her back to hold her still, he lifted the other and brought it down with a firm, open-handed smack on her left cheek.
    “Jesus!” she cried out in surprise, flinching away as if to turn over.
    He pressed down harder on her back and spanked her again. “Jesus?” he mocked. He landed another smack on her cheek, and then the other, the sounds shockingly loud in the quiet bedroom. “Flattering, but have you forgotten my name again already? Come on now, Caroline.” He