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getting used to,” he said, putting it back on the bar.
    “What are you doing home? I thought you said six.”
    “Yeah, well, having never done this sort of thing before, I may have forgotten to go over some details with you, and Polly will be here today.” He opened his suit jacket and pushed it back to put his hands on his hips.
    I wanted to bite his belly. Obviously Double Agent Coochie had taken over my brain, traitor that she was.
    “And please,” he continued, looking sexy as hell with that red silk tie, “don’t play with shit if you don’t know what you’re doing. We wouldn’t want there to be another mishap, now would we?” He seriously petted his Wonder Peen through his pants as if he was consoling it. I wanted to grab that sexy tie of his and strangle him.
    “Pfft, that was soooo yesterday,” I scoffed. “Get over it already. Besides, I kissed it and made it all better for you last night.”
    Those words did not seriously come out of my mouth. And that quick, I was thinking about him coming in my mouth.
Jesus, Lanie! Pull it together. You hate him, remember?
    Him. Not the Wonder Peen or those orgasmically long fingers, which he was currently drumming on his lick-me-right-here hips.
    “Fuck you! I hate you,” I said and then gasped immediately, covering my mouth. Not because I was afraid I’d offended him, but because dropping the F-bomb wasn’t something I normally did. I also didn’t normally think about fingers in the very sluttish way I had been mere seconds before. I decidedto blame the chocolate and sugar overload for my temporary mental breakdown.
    “Oh, you are going to fuck me.” He stalked toward me. “A lot. Just not right now. We’ve got shit to do. Let’s go.”
    “Go where?”
    He grabbed my wrist and hoisted me up and away from my super-duper molester chair, keeping me in tow as he led me out of the room.
    “I’m taking you to your appointment.”
    “What appointment? I don’t have an appointment,” I said, trying to pull free from his grasp.
    “You do now. It would be quite irresponsible of me not to have you checked out by a physician before I pillage that sweet little pussy of yours, wouldn’t it?”
    I stopped dead in my tracks, forcing him to as well.
    “You’re taking my kitty to the vet?” I asked, insulted.
    “I don’t know you well enough to trust that you are everything that you say you are.” He pulled me roughly against his chest and cupped my ass. “I bought a virgin, and I intend to make sure I got what I paid for. Plus you’ll need birth control, because when I finally do get inside that tight little gold mine you’re sitting on, I want to make sure I can feel everything.”
    My jaw hit the floor.
    “Close your mouth, Delaine. Unless that’s an invitation for me to stick something in it,” he said, and then lifted my chin with his fingers to close my mouth before stepping away with a smile on his face.
    A minute or two later, I found myself sitting across fromNoah in the back of his limousine and on my way to the twat doc.
    Noah lit a cigarette and blew the smoke toward the window he had cracked open. Normally I’d be all up in arms over the lack of consideration for my lungs, but the way he wrapped his lips around that filter … well, it made me think naughty, naughty things.
    “You can kiss me, you know,” he said as he took another draw from his cigarette. “I’m here for your pleasure just as much as you are for mine.”
    I crossed my legs, trying to find the friction that I now suddenly craved, and threw my arms across my chest defiantly. I didn’t say anything in response. I mean, what was I supposed to say to that?
    “This,” he said, making long strokes over his cock through his pants, “is for your pleasure as well. You shouldn’t be too shy to ask for what you want, Delaine. Or take what you want, for that matter, because I’m sure as hell not going to be.”
    I turned my head and looked out the window, trying to ignore