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her frustration with him. It was so simple, such a tiny task. And he had to question her on it and—
    “Oh!” Anne moaned as the first swipe of the flogger came down across her back, surprising her. It wrapped around her arm, caressing the side of her breast before moving over her back and across to her other side. “Again, Chef, please mark me again. I need it. I want it so badly.”
    Without a word he brought the flogger down across her lower back. The tiny threads bit against the top of her ass, close to where they were connected. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. He whipped her again, this time without having to be told, as her pussy tightened around his cock.
    “Oh yeah, Anne, come for me. Come around my cock. Scream my name,” he groaned, tossing the flogger to the side and moved his hands back to her ass, digging his fingers into her sensitive flesh as he fucked her hard and fast.
    He leaned over her back, taking her breast in his hand and roughly squeezing her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. She groaned and turned toward him, eager for a kiss.
    “You like this huh? I saw you playing with your nipples. Damn tease you are. Tying me up so that I couldn’t touch you too,” he whispered. “Next time you’re the one getting tied down while I fuck you till you’re sore.”
    She grinned and kissed him again. “So sure you’re getting a return invite?”
    He chuckled and yanked on her hair. “Hell yes. You’re enjoying this too much to make this a one-time thing.”
    Anne cried out, unable to say anything against his logic. Especially when the heat coiling in her belly exploded, sending a tidal wave of emotion and pleasure through her arms and chest, ending in her fingertips and toes. She slumped into the bed, unable to keep herself upright as the aftershocks of her pleasure worked through her body, leaving her breathless and boneless under him.
    “Come for me,” she whispered, watching him out of the corner of her eyes.
    His green eyes bright, Jacob nodded and surged into her. A moment later he cried out her name as well, so loud that her neighbors probably heard him. But she couldn’t bring herself to give a damn as he flopped onto the bed next to her, sweaty and breathless. Anne reached for him, taking his trembling fingers in her own as she closed her eyes and let a sex-sated exhaustion take its hold on her body and mind.
    His phone interrupted the quiet moments that followed. Taking his first full breath in nearly ten minutes, Jacob slowly sat up. Anne lay asleep next to him, her steady breathing telling him all he needed to know about her state. He smiled down at her, loving that she’d enjoyed herself so much. He hadn’t had a lot of experience with women, but none of the girls he’d slept with in college had done anything to him like Anne had. And it wasn’t just the kink. He rose on trembling legs and reached for the nightstand, afraid of losing his balance otherwise.
    Now to go find the source of what had disturbed his perfect after-sex moment with the hottest woman he’d ever been around, and the one he could easily see himself losing his heart to. He found his phone in the pocket of his pants and dug it out. The shiny silver face showed three new text messages. The first two, from his best friend, he ignored. Whether or not he was going to the party tonight was not on his top ten most pressing issues list for the moment.
    The last one, from his father, also came with a voicemail—he must have gotten impatient. Chancing a look back at Anne to make sure she was still fast asleep, he silently left the bedroom, making sure to close the door behind himself. He wanted Anne awake, and very soon, but not until she’d rested for a bit. He wasn’t nearly done with her yet.
    “Jacob,” his voicemail began, “Call me when you get this. I want to know how your interview with Chef Anne went. Remember, she can be hard on the chefs under her, but it’s for your own good. If you let