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but she’d refused. Instead, she promised to go with him tonight.
    Sweat trickled down his spine as he set the pair of dumbbells down. He flexed his biceps then picked up her flogger from off one of his workout benches. He ran his fingers through the straps as he remembered how deliciously pink her ass had looked and then how hot and tight her pussy had been around his cock. The orgasm he’d had—shit, he didn’t remember anything so fucking intense in all his life.
    It was Saturday and a bondage party was taking place later at his friend Aaron Richard’s home, starting around eight. Tonight he was going to fulfill Elsie’s fantasy of two men at the same time—and then he wasn’t so sure he wanted to share her anymore.
    He owed his brother Drew—the only one of his three brothers who was single now—
    for the time with the Nelson triplets, a night almost as hot as what he’d experienced with Elsie right in his office. Amazing how one woman could outshine every other sexual experience he’d ever had.
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    Just thinking about tonight had his cock coming to full alert and pressing against his gym shorts. At least the material had some give—yesterday his business suit hadn’t and he’d felt like his erection was being strangled as he’d dealt out Elsie’s punishment and pleasure.
    He adjusted his cock and tossed the flogger back on the bench before picking up a dumbbell to work on his triceps. One glance at the clock on the wall of the workout room told him it was closing in on noon. It was going to be a hell of a long day.
    * * * * *
    Sparks continued to bounce around in Elsie’s belly as she glanced at the clock again.
    John had said he’d pick her up around eight, and it was getting close to the time he would arrive. She didn’t know what to do with herself before he got there. She’d eaten a little something since he said there would just be hors d’oeuvres at the party he was taking her to. He’d suggested they go out to dinner before the party, but she’d already promised her sister they’d go clothes shopping—which had given her the perfect excuse to pick out her ensemble.
    Her fingers trembled a little as she brushed down the skirt of her little green halter-style dress that made her hazel eyes seem greener, set off the creamy color of her skin and showed the sprinkling of freckles on her shoulders that John had appeared to like.
    Just remembering the way he had skimmed his fingers over them made her shiver and the ache between her thighs intensify. She’d arranged her hair up in an elegant knot, and imagined him pulling the pins out and setting her hair free again.
    She still couldn’t believe she’d had sex with the man she was interviewing with for a job. Instead of discussing her qualifications as a software design engineer, they’d ended up exploring her qualifications as a sub.
    Considering how take-charge and independent she was in life, sometimes it struck her as strange that she was so submissive when it came to sex. The moment she was near her Dom, her sub qualities came forth and she reveled in letting him take control.
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    Cheyenne McCray
    She’d only had two Doms before John, and they’d lasted only about three months each.
    For some reason neither man had filled a need inside her that she still couldn’t identify.
    They’d parted ways amicably, and she still considered Terry and Jason as friends.
    When the doorbell gave its familiar trilling sound, Elsie nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked in the mirror one last time, used industrial-strength hairspray to hold back a lock that wanted to escape, and then dabbed on her orange blossom perfume.
    She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and headed to the front door. She opened it and about melted on the spot. John wore his devastatingly sexy grin, along with black jeans and a black leather sleeveless shirt, like what he’d been wearing when they’d seen one another at the fetish ball in Las Vegas.