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back, holding her against the mattress.
    “Aaron, what—” Any further comment she could make was cut off when he placed a sharp smack on her bottom. “What the hell are you doing?”
    He leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back. “Have you ever been spanked?”
    “What kind of question is that? I’m one of seven rambunctious kids and you’ve met my pop. Of course I’ve been spanked. Hell, I think my pop spanked you once when we broke his—”
    “I mean sexually, Riley.”
    “I don’t think spankings are even remotely sexy.”
    “Have you ever tried it?” he asked.
    “Have you?”
    “Oh, hell yeah.”
    She laid her head on the pillow beneath her and sighed. “How did I not know all of this about you?”
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    He bent forward and placed a friendly kiss on her cheek before allowing her to roll over. He sat up while she lay on her back looking at him. “We’ve never really discussed our sex lives.”
    “That’s not true,” she said. “I’ve told you everything about mine.”
    He paused to consider her comment and realized she was being sincere. She’d told him way too much about her past love life, as far as he was concerned. It had eaten him alive to hear all the gory details about her being with any man who wasn’t him. Even so, he’d listened and commented and pretended for years that every word she spoke didn’t cut through him like a knife.
    “You never asked me about mine, Riley.”
    “Would you have told me?” she asked. “If I’d looked at you and said, ‘What floats your boat between the sheets, Aaron?’ Would you have mentioned the spankings, the butt plugs, the dominance and God knows what else?”
    Would he have told her? He wasn’t sure he would have. For some reason, he’d wanted that part of his life to be separate from her. He hadn’t lied earlier about wanting everything or nothing from her. Perhaps that was why he’d been so reticent in regards to telling her about his own sex life. Sharing even stories with Riley would have reminded him of what he wanted from her that he’d never expected—until yesterday—
    to receive.
    “I wouldn’t have told you,” he confessed.
    “Why not?” He could tell his answer hurt her. “We’re best friends, Aaron. I honestly thought I knew everything there was to know about you.”
    “Would you have wanted to know all of this? Why does it matter? Until this morning, you’ve never viewed me as a man you’d want to fuck. I’ve always just been reliable old Aaron—your good buddy, your pal. You want to know what floats my boat between the sheets? I like to be in control in bed. If I tell a woman to get to her knees and suck my cock, I expect her to obey. If my lover is naughty, she can be damn sure I’ll turn her over my knee and spank her ass. I like my pleasure with the slightest hint of 69
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    pain. I love exploring all the unspeakable places on a woman’s body and pushing her until she cries for mercy.”
    Riley stared at him for several long, painful moments, but he refused to break the silence. She’d pushed him and he’d pushed back. Gone were the days where he handled this woman with kid gloves. It was time she saw, time she understood what made him tick.
    “I’d never cry for mercy.” She rose up until her face was inches from his.
    “What?”
    “I’d only ever cry for more from you.”
    He blinked, trying to decide if he’d truly heard her or if he’d just imagined her response, until she continued.
    “I’d be a liar and a fool if I pretended not to want you. Just be warned, I’m not a woman who’s commanded easily and if you ever try to do anything I don’t want—”
    “Riley, you don’t even have to finish that sentence. You know better.”
    She nodded. “You’re right. I do. So…you think spanking someone is sexy? Why?”
    He grinned. “Do we want to do this show or tell style?”
    She considered his request. “What if I’m not into pain?”
    “Jesus,