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but not overblown. Perfect. With rust-colored nipples whose tips were flushed and stiff. Her belly was flat. Her hips full. The ruff of hair covering her mound was pale brown and curly, trimmed close so the bud at the top of her folds was visible—swollen and slick.
    “Baby, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick.
    Her gaze softened.
    Joe felt a moment’s doubt. She was young. Did she really know what she wanted? “You can change your mind,” he said, ignoring Cam’s rolling eyes. So yeah, he was echoing Cam’s words, but he had to know she wanted this. All of it and them. “You can change your mind, but you have to do it now. These pants come off, I’m not stoppin’.”
    Stormy swallowed hard, her face filling with yearning as her gaze went from him to Cam and then down at her nude body. She gave them both her answer. Not in words. Instead, she scooted up the bed, laid her head on the pillow and placed her arms at her sides, surrendering.

Chapter Five
    Stormy was nervous. Her body began to shiver. But she lay still, letting Joe look his fill. Cam still knelt beside her, with his fists curling, like he wanted to touch her but wouldn’t. Not until Joe said so.
    She’d always known Joe would take the lead. He’d been the first to touch her, turning her over his knee when she’d been a brat. She’d fought him, sure, cussing and scratching, but once his palm had landed the first strike, she’d arched like a cat, her body on fire.
    Cam had given her tenderness, and she’d dreamed of that first kiss, but she needed more. Needed someone stronger, more stubborn than she was. Meaner, even.
    Not that she feared Joe. He was firm. Stood up to her sass. Didn’t give her an inch of room to defy him.
    No one had ever done that. And she knew, deep inside, she needed a man who’d take her in hand to bring out the woman in her. Cam would be the strong chest she nuzzled against, but Joe...ah, Joe knew her. The real her, which was why when she did horrible things to him, like grinding her heel on his hand, he didn’t just walk away. He’d seen her challenge for what is was. A plea.
    For his mercies. For his strong, hard hands. She shivered on the bed, letting him stretch out the moment until her nervousness caused her belly to quiver and her arousal grew so strong it wet the covers beneath her.
    Her gaze ate him up as he sauntered toward the bed. He sat on the edge and glanced sideways at her. Then he patted his thigh.
    “Think I’m a puppy ready to hop up on your knee?” She blurted that before she had a chance to consider what she ought to say, and her eyes widened immediately.
    Joe’s gaze narrowed to ornery slits. His pouty lips, lips she’d fantasized about for years, firmed into a thin straight line. He held out his hand. “You know you want this. Why play games?”
    Because she loved the game, she wanted to shout, but she came up on her elbows. “I want you to spank me,” she said, suddenly breathless. “What does that make me?”
    “Sexy as hell, Peaches.”
    “I hate that name.”
    “I know, but it’s what I’m gonna be thinking about when you’re draped over my thighs and your juicy pussy gets me all wet.”
    “You’re crude.”
    “And you’re already wet.” He patted his thigh again. “Come here, Stormy.”
    It was the harder edge of his voice that took away the rest of her breath. And that had her slowly sitting and then crawling toward him. When she was beside him, she gave him a look, letting him see her doubt, her tension, mirrored in her eyes and the tremble of her mouth. God, she wanted this, but could she really handle it? Handle him?
    Joe palmed her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’ll be just my hand. This time. Nothing more than you can take. Swear.”
    The soft drawling whisper seduced her. She moved over his lap, dropping her feet to the floor, one hand grasping the covers as she bent.
    Faced downward, she hated she couldn’t see his expression, or know whether