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and tingle. It was something she’d never experienced,
     had never felt comfortable enough with another lover to even express this particular
     fantasy.
    And then Jared’s hand came down.
    She bit her lip to stop from crying out as the sting traveled straight to her pussy,
     making it clench and moisten. Her breath hitched as the air behind her stirred and
     she tensed in pleasure, waiting for the next blow.
    When it came, she moaned, her eyes closing to fully enjoy the sensation.
    A few more gentle slaps followed, each one tightening her sex until she thought she
     might come.
    But he must have sensed her nearing orgasm and instead brushed his hand over her hot
     skin.
    “Oh, no, you’re not getting off that easy. I want to feel you come around my cock
     again, baby. Right now.”
    He grabbed her hips and sank home in one fluid motion. Hersheath clenched around him, grabbing hold of his cock and milking him.
    “Shit, you’re tight.” Jared was practically panting. “And I’m not gonna last.”
    “Don’t. Do me. Now. Hard.”
    His groan sounded tortured as he began to thrust with slow, deliberate movements.
    She felt the head of his cock rub against that spot high in her channel, which was
     exactly what she needed.
    Crying out, she began to come.
    “Oh, God. Faster.” She could barely force the whisper from her mouth as Jared pumped
     in and out, no more finesse. Just a wicked, wild ride that had her clutching the back
     of the sofa.
    “Come on, baby,” Jared chanted. “Come on. Come on.”
    Pleasure burst and streaked through her body, tightening her muscles and speeding
     like acid through her veins. The sensation stole her breath, nearly stole her consciousness.
    Until Jared gave one final thrust and released inside her. Then she went boneless,
     slumping over the arm of the couch like a very limp rag doll, thinking,
Now, I know.

    “What’s up, Tyler?”
    “We have a situation with one of the guests. I need you to come downstairs.”
    Rubbing sleep out of her eyes, Annabelle took a few seconds to orient herself as she
     listened to the brothers in the living room of Jared’s apartment on the top floor
     of the hotel.
    After Jared had carried her out of the Salon last night, he’d brought her back to
     his apartment and proceeded to strip hernaked. She’d returned the favor, and the last time she’d noticed the clock on the
     bedside table, it had read something like 5:18.
    It was now…8:09.
Ugh.
    “Fine. Give me a minute.”
    She heard a pause, then Tyler said, “She’s in your room, the redhead from last night.
     Jesus, Jed, did you take her to the Salon?”
    “She signed the waiver. What the hell are you pissed off about?”
    “Christ, Jed, she’s not one of your reprobate friends. Why the hell did you drag her
     into your sick games?”
    “She’s not a child. She’s a grown woman who had a hell of a good time last night.
     What the fuck is your problem?”
    “My problem is Kate and Belle aren’t the kind of women who get into your sort of fun.”
    Tyler was absolutely right about Kate but he didn’t know Belle at all. Heat flooded
     her cheeks as images from last night crowded her brain. What she’d seen. What she’d
     done. What had been done to her.
    She’d enjoyed every damn minute it of. Maybe a little too much if the ache between
     her legs was any indication. She refused to regret any of it.
    But Tyler made her sound like a child. Or, worse, a rube.
    She was no innocent. And last night…
    Last night had been amazing.
    “Okay, that’s it,” she heard Jared whisper. “What the hell is going on with you? Christ—”
    “Damn it. God
damn
it. I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me.” Tyler sighed so loud, she actually
     heard the sound through the slim crack of the open door. “You’re right. I shouldn’t
     have jumped you. This situation downstairs has me pissed off. You need to deal with
     the guy before I say something I shouldn’t.”
    “Hey, no problem,