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what he considered the perfect living space. He wanted a private escape with everything a man needed for entertaining women, sleeping and relaxing.”
    “I see,” she said, noticing a few odd furniture pieces at the far end of the room. “What are those?”
    Devon arched a brow. “Careful about the questions you ask. I may have to holler at Cara and Tigger and ask them to come in here and demonstrate.”
    “Are you kidding? I don’t think Cara would place herself in a vulnerable position by bringing her man into this bedroom with us.”
    “How would that be vulnerable?” he asked, arching a brow.
    She shrugged. “It’s amazing what happens when four people, particularly two couples, come together for private exhibitionism.” She laughed. “Not that Cara would allow her man anywhere near me with his pecker out.”
    He rubbed his lower jaw. “You have a point.”
    She studied what looked like a miniature Catherine Wheel. Positioned on an elevated axle, the wooden wheel sported spindle-style spokes connecting the center of the wheel to the exterior rim. “I’ve seen those in lifestyle clubs. They’re used for punishment.”
    “Doms use them for pretty much anything if they can get their hands on one.”
    “Is that what you are?”
    Devon picked up a towel from the floor and tossed it aside. He squared his shoulders before he turned around. “What’s that?”
    “A Dom. Are you a Dom, Devon?”
    He stroked his chin, apparently in deep thought.
    “If you say, ‘what if I am’, that’s telling.”
    “You know what I am.”
    “And that’s even more so,” she remarked, satisfied.
    She traipsed around the wheel and, tucking her fingers underneath a spoke, dragged the equipment with her as she walked. The oval center spun slowly around and around. “So, do you really think I need someone to demonstrate how this works?”
    “Don’t toy with me, Victory.”
    “You scare me, Devon.” She shuddered to make for a more believable act.
    He stalked her.
    Then again, he did make her nervous, anxious.
    He cupped her nape and held her at the base of her head while staring into her eyes. “What if I told you I have a feeling you need to try and get along with Cara.”
    “I don’t have a problem with her.” Victory moistened her lips, stood on her tiptoes, and gave him a sensual peck. “But I don’t know how willing I am to share the same bedroom with Cara and her kitty cat.”
    “Tigger would hate you for that. I suggest you don’t mention such a slur beyond these four walls.”
    “I’m more of a one-on-one kind of gal, Devon.”
    “Could’ve fooled me,” he muttered. His grip changed as he drew her in for a heated kiss.
    She sighed as their lips parted and his tongue slipped across hers in a fluttering motion. Oh Lord, it wouldn’t be long until she was spread like an eagle with her wrists secured to the spokes of Devon’s wheel.
    Her nipples hardened as she considered numerous possibilities the day held in store. She squeezed her legs together, noticing how her knees knocked against one another. Her pussy clenched, and deep inside her womb, a slow-burning fire flamed with awareness.
    His aggressive kiss ended too soon. He smoothed his lips across hers and quietly said, “You and Addison fulfilled a man’s fantasies. It’s something I’ve never forgotten.”
    “I’ve never cared much for threesomes.”
    “You enjoyed the one you had with me.”
    “True, but the time I spent with you was…” She deliberately let her voice trail. She sighed and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, Devon appeared pleased. He looked more handsome than rogue with sparkling eyes and a softened expression.
    “What?” He encouraged a full-fledged confession, cupping the side of her face. “Tell me.”
    “I don’t recall touching Addison, but I enjoyed you very much.” And that was about all she cared to offer him.
    How did she explain that she had never enjoyed another man after him? How did she tell