needed a ride, you weren’t
around. What did you expect me to do?”
Spencer’s gaze locked with hers and the power from that
single look thrummed all the way to her toes, spending a few choice seconds
between her thighs. “I didn’t expect you, period.”
Before she could dwell on his statement, he removed her
beautiful purple PDA from his pocket and set it on the table. Relief crashed
over her like the bay at high tide. But when she reached for it, his hand
blocked her. “I’m not done ‘borrowing’ this. Just like you set the limits on
how long you needed my car, I’m setting the limits for how long I need your
PDA.”
She tried not to sputter. “That’s not professional. You
can’t keep my property—”
“You stole my car,” he reminded her. “I didn’t give it to
you.”
“That’s completely different. I want my damn PDA back!”
Unshockingly, he didn’t appear moved by her impassioned
plea. “I’m holding on to a piece of electronic equipment that caused
some…excitement in my store.”
Her foot, clad in a soft-soled ballet flat, lifted
perilously close to his ankle. As if he guessed her intentions, he gave her
another of those not-quite-a-smiles he flashed when they were alone. “I
wouldn’t, if I were you.”
“Why? Gonna spank me?” Though she’d intended to be flippant,
she barely suppressed a moan when he gave her a look hot enough to melt off her
panties.
“I’m keeping this. End of discussion.” He slipped the PDA
into his jacket pocket. It was probably best he didn’t remark on her spanking
question. “Maybe you won’t do something so foolish and reckless again.”
So he had read her list. He’d probably crowed when he
saw his ranking. Ten, the best of the best. She hadn’t really explored that
best last night—truthfully, their car and wall interludes had been the quickest
sex of her life—but she still had hope she’d get a chance to discover all the
hidden erotic pockets of Spencer Galvin.
Hope, desire, need—he made her a tightly wound ball of all
three.
“Maybe.” His inscrutable expression made her womb clench.
“And maybe when I go back to the club, I’ll do something even worse.”
His brow arched. “There’s no way it’ll be open again that
fast.”
“It never closed.” Wow, how good did it feel to have more
information than Mr. Know-It-All? “I talked to my friend this morning and she
said the raid never happened. It’ll be open tonight, same as usual.”
“Once rumors of raids start, the cops aren’t far behind.”
She gave a jerky shrug. If it were up to her, she’d never go
back to Kink again. Probably. But as part of her thing with Spencer…well, that
changed things entirely. “What’s life without risk?”
“Your face was ghost-white last night.” He gripped the edge
of the table, the only evidence he cared a whit about their conversation. “You
were scared out of your mind.”
“Scared, intrigued. I’ll know what I’m in for tonight.”
She pushed back her chair and rose, pleased her wobbly legs
had firmed a bit. Slowly, she bent to pick up the pencil she’d knocked off the
table. She’d worn tight black capris with a thong today and she knew he could
see her underwear selection from his quick intake of breath.
Molten heat flared in her pussy as she glanced back at him.
“I wasn’t kidding about that overtime. If you need me, I’m available. Wherever,
whenever.”
She didn’t give him a chance to answer before she strolled
out and shut the door.
* * * * *
He wasn’t going to the club.
Spencer faced his computer monitor and chugged his third cup
in a row of cream-and-sugar-laden coffee. Pretty soon he’d be running on
straight caffeine, which probably wasn’t the best antidote for his already
ragged edges. He needed the buzz to get through the pile of work he hadn’t
dealt with last night, not to mention everything that had accumulated this
afternoon.
Today had been a complete bust. He’d been unable
around. What did you expect me to do?”
Spencer’s gaze locked with hers and the power from that
single look thrummed all the way to her toes, spending a few choice seconds
between her thighs. “I didn’t expect you, period.”
Before she could dwell on his statement, he removed her
beautiful purple PDA from his pocket and set it on the table. Relief crashed
over her like the bay at high tide. But when she reached for it, his hand
blocked her. “I’m not done ‘borrowing’ this. Just like you set the limits on
how long you needed my car, I’m setting the limits for how long I need your
PDA.”
She tried not to sputter. “That’s not professional. You
can’t keep my property—”
“You stole my car,” he reminded her. “I didn’t give it to
you.”
“That’s completely different. I want my damn PDA back!”
Unshockingly, he didn’t appear moved by her impassioned
plea. “I’m holding on to a piece of electronic equipment that caused
some…excitement in my store.”
Her foot, clad in a soft-soled ballet flat, lifted
perilously close to his ankle. As if he guessed her intentions, he gave her
another of those not-quite-a-smiles he flashed when they were alone. “I
wouldn’t, if I were you.”
“Why? Gonna spank me?” Though she’d intended to be flippant,
she barely suppressed a moan when he gave her a look hot enough to melt off her
panties.
“I’m keeping this. End of discussion.” He slipped the PDA
into his jacket pocket. It was probably best he didn’t remark on her spanking
question. “Maybe you won’t do something so foolish and reckless again.”
So he had read her list. He’d probably crowed when he
saw his ranking. Ten, the best of the best. She hadn’t really explored that
best last night—truthfully, their car and wall interludes had been the quickest
sex of her life—but she still had hope she’d get a chance to discover all the
hidden erotic pockets of Spencer Galvin.
Hope, desire, need—he made her a tightly wound ball of all
three.
“Maybe.” His inscrutable expression made her womb clench.
“And maybe when I go back to the club, I’ll do something even worse.”
His brow arched. “There’s no way it’ll be open again that
fast.”
“It never closed.” Wow, how good did it feel to have more
information than Mr. Know-It-All? “I talked to my friend this morning and she
said the raid never happened. It’ll be open tonight, same as usual.”
“Once rumors of raids start, the cops aren’t far behind.”
She gave a jerky shrug. If it were up to her, she’d never go
back to Kink again. Probably. But as part of her thing with Spencer…well, that
changed things entirely. “What’s life without risk?”
“Your face was ghost-white last night.” He gripped the edge
of the table, the only evidence he cared a whit about their conversation. “You
were scared out of your mind.”
“Scared, intrigued. I’ll know what I’m in for tonight.”
She pushed back her chair and rose, pleased her wobbly legs
had firmed a bit. Slowly, she bent to pick up the pencil she’d knocked off the
table. She’d worn tight black capris with a thong today and she knew he could
see her underwear selection from his quick intake of breath.
Molten heat flared in her pussy as she glanced back at him.
“I wasn’t kidding about that overtime. If you need me, I’m available. Wherever,
whenever.”
She didn’t give him a chance to answer before she strolled
out and shut the door.
* * * * *
He wasn’t going to the club.
Spencer faced his computer monitor and chugged his third cup
in a row of cream-and-sugar-laden coffee. Pretty soon he’d be running on
straight caffeine, which probably wasn’t the best antidote for his already
ragged edges. He needed the buzz to get through the pile of work he hadn’t
dealt with last night, not to mention everything that had accumulated this
afternoon.
Today had been a complete bust. He’d been unable
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