he likes my curves, why would I complain?
“How did you like the desserts? I had all your favorites, I think.” His voice was a seductive whisper, and she needed his touch again.
“Wonderful,” she said against the sash on her mouth.
When is he going to realize I'm not Pam? Not the Pam he thinks I am.
“Good. I think it's time for the whip, don't you?”
Pam stiffened, fear running through her.
That's going to hurt. I have never done anything like this before.
She nodded.
“Be right back. Don't move a muscle.”
She wished she could see him. The blindfold wasn't helping with that.
I hope the whip doesn't sting too much.
“Here we go, Pammy. I'm gonna make you feel so good. It's been way too long.” She heard his clothes rustling.
The thought of the handsome man she'd seen on her doorstep naked made her breath whoosh out.
She yelped at the feel of his hard cock pressing against her bottom.
“You like that, don't you? I do too, but not yet. That's going to come later—much later.” His warm hand gripped her hip, and shivers of pleasure ran through her body.
He has to wear a condom. I'm going to have to ask when the time comes.
A whip sang in the air, and the next thing she knew, her bottom burned with its lash.
“Ouch!” she shouted.
She heard the audible breath Renn Milton took as he loosened his grip on her and stepped away. The second lash didn't come.
“Who are you? Pam would never say that in response to the whip.” He picked her up and threw her down on the bed on her back, not without gentleness. He untied the gag.
“Pam Smith, but not the one you think I am. There's been a mix-up.” Her words came out in a high-pitched flood as she struggled for breath.
Renn ripped off her blindfold.
“She has brown eyes.” His voice was tight.
“I'm sorry.” She gazed up at him.
He's even better looking in person.
A lump built in her throat at the way his dark brows furrowed.
“I'm sorry for harassing you. Your name is Pam Smith though? And you thought I was...” He stopped, giving her a hard glare.
“Another R from my past who lives in town—for a while anyway. Then I knew you weren't him, so I stood you up, but when you came around to my place…” She took a trembling breath. “I wanted to come tonight.”
He sat next to her on the bed, his thigh against hers. “I see.”
“But it's all wrong. I had no idea you were Renn Milton, not till I saw the mailbox tonight with your last name on it, and it all clicked.”
He nodded.
Thank God he believes that part anyway.
“You're a dozen years younger than me. You were expecting to see the woman you once loved...” She trailed off.
“I was, but I'm not sure I love her anymore. Love is a big word. Want is more of what I felt.” He bit his lip, which made him look even sexier.
“I have to go.” Pam sat up and made a frenetic search for her clothes on the floor.
“Your dress is ripped, remember? You can't go out like that, Pam. Why not stay for a while? I mean, you're here anyway.” He held his hands out. “I'll make sure you have some suitable clothes before you leave.”
She shook her head, feeling foolish as tears sprang into her eyes.
I don't need his pity or for him to use me for a crazy one-night stand he tells all his rich buddies about later.
“I don't think so.”
He shrugged. “Your decision. I'm sorry I was so pushy. I thought I had the right address. How many Pam Smiths could there be in this town?”
“More than you think. I don't know another one, but that doesn't mean anything.”
Renn Milton held up a hand. “Stay here a minute. I'll at least find some clothes for you. I'm always prepared for guests. I just haven't had many lately.” He gave her a sad smile and strode to the far end of the room.
Pam admired his ass as he did
“How did you like the desserts? I had all your favorites, I think.” His voice was a seductive whisper, and she needed his touch again.
“Wonderful,” she said against the sash on her mouth.
When is he going to realize I'm not Pam? Not the Pam he thinks I am.
“Good. I think it's time for the whip, don't you?”
Pam stiffened, fear running through her.
That's going to hurt. I have never done anything like this before.
She nodded.
“Be right back. Don't move a muscle.”
She wished she could see him. The blindfold wasn't helping with that.
I hope the whip doesn't sting too much.
“Here we go, Pammy. I'm gonna make you feel so good. It's been way too long.” She heard his clothes rustling.
The thought of the handsome man she'd seen on her doorstep naked made her breath whoosh out.
She yelped at the feel of his hard cock pressing against her bottom.
“You like that, don't you? I do too, but not yet. That's going to come later—much later.” His warm hand gripped her hip, and shivers of pleasure ran through her body.
He has to wear a condom. I'm going to have to ask when the time comes.
A whip sang in the air, and the next thing she knew, her bottom burned with its lash.
“Ouch!” she shouted.
She heard the audible breath Renn Milton took as he loosened his grip on her and stepped away. The second lash didn't come.
“Who are you? Pam would never say that in response to the whip.” He picked her up and threw her down on the bed on her back, not without gentleness. He untied the gag.
“Pam Smith, but not the one you think I am. There's been a mix-up.” Her words came out in a high-pitched flood as she struggled for breath.
Renn ripped off her blindfold.
“She has brown eyes.” His voice was tight.
“I'm sorry.” She gazed up at him.
He's even better looking in person.
A lump built in her throat at the way his dark brows furrowed.
“I'm sorry for harassing you. Your name is Pam Smith though? And you thought I was...” He stopped, giving her a hard glare.
“Another R from my past who lives in town—for a while anyway. Then I knew you weren't him, so I stood you up, but when you came around to my place…” She took a trembling breath. “I wanted to come tonight.”
He sat next to her on the bed, his thigh against hers. “I see.”
“But it's all wrong. I had no idea you were Renn Milton, not till I saw the mailbox tonight with your last name on it, and it all clicked.”
He nodded.
Thank God he believes that part anyway.
“You're a dozen years younger than me. You were expecting to see the woman you once loved...” She trailed off.
“I was, but I'm not sure I love her anymore. Love is a big word. Want is more of what I felt.” He bit his lip, which made him look even sexier.
“I have to go.” Pam sat up and made a frenetic search for her clothes on the floor.
“Your dress is ripped, remember? You can't go out like that, Pam. Why not stay for a while? I mean, you're here anyway.” He held his hands out. “I'll make sure you have some suitable clothes before you leave.”
She shook her head, feeling foolish as tears sprang into her eyes.
I don't need his pity or for him to use me for a crazy one-night stand he tells all his rich buddies about later.
“I don't think so.”
He shrugged. “Your decision. I'm sorry I was so pushy. I thought I had the right address. How many Pam Smiths could there be in this town?”
“More than you think. I don't know another one, but that doesn't mean anything.”
Renn Milton held up a hand. “Stay here a minute. I'll at least find some clothes for you. I'm always prepared for guests. I just haven't had many lately.” He gave her a sad smile and strode to the far end of the room.
Pam admired his ass as he did
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