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Author: Lorelei James

His dark eyes held a dangerous look. “You’d be a real challenge for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Probably.”

“Good thing I live for a challenge.” He smooched her nose. “Don’t move.”

Ainsley heard him rummaging around behind her. Any desire to sleep had fled. She wanted more time with this man.

More than just tonight? Would you come back to the club if he asked?

The bed dipped and the heat of his body called to hers. “This is cold but it’ll help.” A sticky substance splatted across the top of her butt like icy raindrops. His callused hands spread coolness over her flaming ass, toning down some of the hotness, and she couldn’t help but sigh.

“Know what I normally do, after I’ve reddened a woman’s ass like this?” His finger traced her butt crack. “I f**k it. Hard and fast. While she’s in that hazy place where the line is blurred between pleasure and pain.” He pressed his finger against her anus and she involuntarily clenched. “I’d like to force this tiny hole open to take every inch of my cock. But you have a hard line on no anal, right?”

“Right.”

“So I guess we’ll just have to do it this way.” Bennett impaled her pu**y in one masterful stroke.

Yes. Yes! She loved it from behind. Something animalistic about that male power driving into her, experiencing sex at its most elemental level.

And the way Bennett hammered into her defined primitive. His hips slapped her butt, every thrust a reminder of her stinging ass. Every thrust a reminder this time wasn’t about her pleasure. Only about his. He controlled it all. She didn’t have to think, just feel.

His voice was hoarse. “Almost there. Jesus, this is so good.” A feral groan sounded and Bennett rode her hard as he came.

After he pulled out, Ainsley fell face first into the mattress. When Bennett rejoined her on the bed, she made the time out sign above her head.

Laughing, he stretched alongside her, propped on his elbow, trailing his fingers over her spine. “You did very well.”

He’d warned her they’d talk when they were done. But really, what was she supposed to say? A play-by-play so soon after the game ended was unnecessary.

“You’ll want to sit in a cool bath tonight. And probably tomorrow.”

“Thanks for the tip.”

Bennett’s hands stopped caressing her. “Don’t get snippy. If there’s a problem with what happened, let’s talk about it.”

“That’s the problem, Bennett, I don’t want to talk.”

“Hmm. That is a problem.”

Then Ainsley found herself on her back with a grinning Bennett above her. “What so funny?”

“This. I’m not known for bein’ a big talker in my life outside the club.” His lips toyed with hers. “So I’ll just say this straight out: I want to see you again. I can finagle a guest pass outta Cody.”

“So I was a good submissive?”

“You were a great submissive. Didn’t give me nearly as much lip as I figured.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“There is something to be said for an inventive punishment scene,” he drawled.

Ainsley set her hands on his lean cheeks. Her fingers continued a southerly descent, stopping to trace his collarbone. Her palms rested on his pecs and she glanced up to gauge his reaction. “Is this permissible, Sir? Within the realm of your control?”

“I’ll ignore that smartass remark this time. But yes, sub, you may continue.”

She ruffled his chest hair and fingered his ni**les until he hissed. “I like your body. Sorta sad I didn’t get to touch it as much as I wanted.” She dragged her knuckles down to his groin. “And this appendage is why the term penis envy exists.”

“As much as I love flattery, you haven’t answered my question.”

“That’s because I don’t know what to say when you tell me you want to see me again.”

“Easy. Say yes.”

She frowned. “That’s it?”

“Yep. I’d like to explore this pull between us. I have a feeling it’ll be explosive.”

“Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of.”

Bennett tipped her face up. “Afraid of me?”

“No. Afraid of myself. Of letting—”

“Go?” he supplied.

“No. Afraid…”

“You don’t know what you’re afraid of, do you?”

Ainsley shook her head.

“Let’s try this again next weekend. Maybe we can figure it out together.” He pressed a lingering, gentle kiss on her mouth. “Say yes. Please.”

She found herself whispering, “Yes.”

“Thank you.” He rolled off the bed and dressed quickly. “I’ll leave you alone. I know you prefer time to think, although if I have my way, you’ll lose the ability to think entirely whenever we’re together.”

Chapter Eight

Ben’s hair was still damp from his shower when he heard the first knock on his door. Who was the early bird? The event didn’t start for an hour.

Keely yelled, “Ben? You decent?”

“Yeah. Come on in.”

“I need you to help me carry stuff in.”

The back end of Keely’s black Escalade was open. She handed him a cardboard box containing two Crock-Pots. “Damn, cuz, this smells good. What is it?”

“Pulled pork.”

“There’s a lot of it.”

She slid her rhinestone-encrusted sunglasses on top of her head. “I know how much you guys eat.”

Ben smiled. “None of us are gonna complain there’s too much food, Keels.”

“I’m counting on that because I don’t wanna take this home.”

“Jack doesn’t eat leftovers?”

“Jack is out of town for the next week,” she said, a pout in her tone.

Four trips later his kitchen counter was covered with containers of all sizes. Keely bustled about, transferring food from one dish to the next.

He brought her a Bud Light from the bar and a Moose Drool for himself. “Need me to do anything?”

“Nope.” She took a swig of her beer and hopped up on the counter. “I wanted time to catch up with you.”

Catch up. Right. She intended to grill him until her brothers arrived and forced her to stop. “What’s on your mind?”

“Your mysterious older brother Gavin.”

Ben leaned against the opposite counter. “What about him?”

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