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necessary?”
    Tossing one boot behind him, he got to work on the other one. “Necessary? No.” Bye-bye second boot. “But sexy as hell? Fuck yes. Besides,” he added, kneeling on the bed between her spread legs, “you deserve it after antagonizing me.”
    Pride had her lifting her chin and arching a brow as reality crept in through the edges of her post orgasmic haze. “I did no such thing, Dillon. Now untie me. I really think we need to talk about this some more.”
    Dillon shook his head and tsked as he braced his arms on either side of her. “There you go thinking again.” He dipped his head and licked a nipple before lightly blowing on it until it tightened into a hard bud. She was helpless not to squirm beneath him when he repeated the torture on the other side. “You only get out of this one way, and one way only, Aly.”
    Oh yeah, she’d almost forgotten. All she had to do was call a “red light” and everything would stop.
    Everything stops. For good. So be damn sure it’s what you really want.
    Call it, Alyssa. This is nothing short of pure insanity. It’s bad enough how far you let this go. Call it!
    Alyssa opened her mouth, ready to end their twisted adult version of their childhood game… But nothing came out. Something held her back. She wanted to chalk it up to a starved sex drive or her innate curiosity as to how the night would play out or even a combination of both.
    What she didn’t want to admit was the underlying sense of rightness that came with Dillon touching her so intimately, as though everyone else had been mere stand-ins for the real thing: him.
    “Then we’re on the same page,” he said. “Green light stands.”
    Alyssa couldn’t have responded if she’d wanted to. Thick fingers returned to her swollen core, pushing aside her thong and probing her deep. Her moan was as much from pleasure as it was from frustration. She’d have to be crazy to want him to stop. This time or any other, if this is the kind of magic he worked on her.
    But this was Dillon . The last thing she wanted was for things to be awkward or complicated. If they did this, Alyssa didn’t think she’d be able to act cavalier when he continued his trysts with other women. The idea of being part of a harem didn’t sit well with her.
    On the other hand, she thought as his lips trailed kisses down her belly and over her mons, he never said she couldn’t use the red light later if she wanted. They’d already crossed a very big line. It’s not like stopping now would alleviate any potential embarrassment. So, along those lines, maybe she should let go just this once and enjoy the ride. Pun intended.
    Dillon sat back on his heels, lowered his chest to the bed, and as his eyes burned into her, he held the scrap of silk aside and laved a wide path through her wet folds. She inhaled sharply and her hips bucked off the bed of their own volition from the bolt of lightning that shot straight through her and fried half her brain cells.
    “How’s that for nice ?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eye.
    Oh, shit. Apparently she was about to become intimately acquainted with the Mr. Hyde version of sweet, easygoing Dillon Alexander.
    Using one large hand to anchor her hips to the mattress, he used the fingers of his free hand to tease through her as his tongue worked her sensitive clit. Flicking, licking, sucking. Petting, stroking, tugging. She wanted to rock into him, clutch fists of his hair, and hold him against her. But all she could do was arch her back and turn her head back and forth between her upstretched arms.
    Her brain and body got their signals crossed and she couldn’t make sense of anything. Even with all the pleasure she still felt empty, her channel clenching on nothing but air. It was too much and not enough. She wanted him to stop, to move on, to take things to the next level before this level killed her.
    “Please,” she said, practically trembling. “I can’t take it anymore. I need…I