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scarves.”
    “Scarves?” Macy was paying rapt attention now. “What scarves?”
    “He had black scarves tied at each corner of his bed. I picked one up. It was soft and silky, long, not square.” Anne paused. “I think he binds his lovers with them.”
    “What would you know about bondage? Did he tie you up?” Macy sounded indignant at the idea. Wine forgotten, she was sitting upright, her eyes boring into Anne’s.
    “No, nothing like that.”
    But, oh, I don’t think I would have told him no .
    “I think he likes to be in charge. I even accused him of being bossy. He seemed to take it as a compliment.”
    “Oh? And pray tell, what was he doing when you said that?” Macy raised an eyebrow.
    “It’s a bit fuzzy. It may have been when he had me up against the wall with my hands held up over my head, or when he was demanding I remove his boxers I was wearing.” Anne took a big gulp of wine. “Macy, I think I’m in way over my head with this guy.”
    “It was just a one nighter. Don’t worry about it.” Macy rose and headed for the patio door. “Hey, I gotta run. Supposed to meet Lance when he gets off work.”
    Anne remained out on the balcony for a few moments, deep in thought. She wished she could blow it off as easily as Macy said. Telling Macy about her night with Evan had brought it all back in vivid detail.
    Her nipples tightened, and that recognizable warmth simmered deep inside, like it had every night since then. Evan invaded her thoughts during the day and her dreams at night.
    Anne rose and went indoors, locking the sliding door after her, and made her way to her bedroom. She switched on the bedside lamp. A soft glow illuminated her tidy room as she got ready for bed. She donned a soft tee and loose pajama shorts and then slipped into bed.
    Enough is enough .
    Time to put Evan behind her.
    The image of Evan taking her from behind flashed through her mind.
    The hard length of him slipping into her silky depth…his hands on her throat, pulling her head back to him…his fingers on her swollen nub…
    Oh, yeah, she wanted Evan behind her.
    Anne awoke in the early morning light, curled in Evan’s arms. She discovered him plucking at the pebbled tips of her breasts. He pulled and tugged on the sensitive peaks until she moaned non-stop. Evan trailed one hand down her quivering belly to where she was already wet and welcoming.
    His insistent cock prodded her backside, demanding entrance to her pleasure center; she arched backward, seeking his tumescent flesh. Evan lifted one of her legs over his, trapping it. He entered her one frustrating inch at a time.
    “Lie still.” His whispered command had her trembling. “Let me pleasure you.”
    He continued to manipulate her turgid nipples, tugging and pinching as she shuddered and clamped her vaginal muscles around the hard length of him.
    “Good girl.” His husky voice purred.
    Anne whimpered as he withdrew until only the head of his cock remained in her and then started that slow penetration again.
    He moved one hand to her lower abdomen, agonizingly close to her swollen, aching clit. His splayed fingers pulled her closer. One finger made a quick foray between her sopping folds.
    She gasped and jerked upwards.
    “Hmmm, did you like that?” His voice was gruff.
    Anne nodded.
    “Answer me when I ask you a question. I want to hear you.”
    “Yes.” Anne was surprised at the shakiness of her voice.
    “Yes, what?”
    Confused, she replied, “Yes…Evan?”
    “That’ll do for now.” He tweaked a nipple hard.
    Anne moaned as the pleasure-pain shot straight to her straining clit.
    “How about that?”
    “Y-Yes, Evan,” she stuttered. Evan’s slow, methodical thrusts had her entire body trembling with frantic need.
    “What about this?” His finger parted her slick folds and homed in on her clit.
    Anne almost convulsed on the spot. “Oh…my… God…yes.”
    His hand stilled. “What?”
    “Evan. Oh my god, yes. Evan.”
    Somehow her brain