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Karla’s mouth pops open. “Jesus, Mark! Look at your straw.”

His eyes land on his straw. He stares at it for a few seconds before his head pops up and lands on Connor, his eyes accusing.

“Was I just sucking a dick?” he proclaims. Karla snorts, and his eyes fly to her. “Are you laughing at me, wife?”

She covers her mouth but can’t hide her laughter. “You’re the one that wanted a BDSM party! Now you’ve sucked your very first dick.”

His mouth curves into a smile, and he laughs. Everyone else joins in. All of us wiping tears from our eyes. Once we finally stop laughing, Mark turns to Connor. “You do know I know what BDSM is.” Connor smiles.

Karla gasps. “You knew?” she asks. He nods. “Then why did you invite Carol and Bill over for a BDSM party? Didn’t you know what they would think?” Karla is horrified.

Mark tilts his head back in laughter before sobering up. Looking his wife in the eyes. “I can’t stand Carol and Bill, honey. So, I did what I had to to run them off,” he says. Karla’s mouth pops open. Connor and Julian start laughing. I’ve never met Carol and Bill but heard horror stories. Karla finally joins in with the laughter before she takes another sip from her penis straw.

“Thank you!” she tells Mark. “I can’t stand them either.” Everyone is watching with rapt attention, and there are various responses to this information. Connor glances around the group.

“And that, friends, is how you get rid of people you don’t like. Tell them you’re having a BDSM party,” Connor exclaims.

“In Ansley and Lincoln’s case, that might be true,” Caroline pipes in. Lincoln’s head snaps to Caroline, and Ansley’s mouth drops open. My hand flies to my mouth to cover the laughter trying to escape me.

“Caroline!” Ansley exclaims.

Caroline pops a chip in her mouth and shrugs. “It’s true.”

Ansley shares a look with Lincoln and shrugs. “It is,” she finally replies.

“Oh, dear lord,” Karla replies.

Mark takes another sip out of his penis straw and then leans forward. “You two have any tips?”

Lincoln’s eyes widen as everyone starts laughing again. This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time. We need to have more BDSM parties.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CONNOR

I STEPout of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist, sore and exhausted. I’m definitely not 100%. Sitting on the bed, I consider throwing the towel on the floor and climbing under the blanket. I haven’t slept naked since Becca has been staying here. It’s too much of a risk in more ways than one.

Grabbing my phone off my nightstand, I pull up the dating app I downloaded after we left Melissa’s house the other day. I found Becca’s profile to see what it said. I can’t believe she signed up on a dating app and didn’t tell me. The thought of her being with someone else. Well, it’s not an option. She’s mine, and I’m going to make her mine.

Staring at her profile again, I grit my teeth. She used my favorite picture. We were downtown at the fountains, and she was trying to predict when the water would come up. One of the fountains erupted in front of her, and she leaned to the side to find me. She was laughing, and I took the picture at the perfect moment. It encapsulates her perfectly. Her carefree personality and how much fun she is. Sighing, I run my hand through my hair. There is no way in hell she’s dating someone else. Placing my phone back on my nightstand, I push off the bed to stand up.

There’s a high-pitched scream that comes from Becca’s room. Without thinking, I run to her room across the hall from mine and barge in, but she’s not there. A whine comes from the bathroom connected to her room. I open the door and smack into a wet and naked Becca.

Her breasts are pressed against my chest. She screeches again and tries to jump back, but I wrapped my arms around her on instinct, and she doesn’t get far. She grabs the towel around my waist and yanks, it pulling it up to cover herself. Her eyes widen, and she looks down, realizing what she just did. I got hard when her breasts touched my chest, so now she sees exactly what she does to me.

“Why are you naked?” she sputters.

“Because you took my towel,” I deadpan. She looks at the towel in her hand, back to my face, and then down to my cock, and I swear it twitches. She hands me the towel, giving me a view of her gorgeous body. I’ve seen her in shorts and a sports bra, and I’ve seen her in a bikini. That doesn’t compare to what I’m seeing right now. Her breasts will fit perfectly in my hands, and her nipples are hard and rosy. I want to lean down and suck on them. She covers herself with her hands or attempts to.

“Oh my god!” She turns around to grab her towel, giving me a nice view of her ass and tattoo.

“Fuck,” I breathe out. She glances back at me, her eyes falling to my cock again, and the damn thing twitches again. She sucks in a breath.

“Will you cover yourself?” she begs.

I realize I’m holding the towel and haven’t covered myself. Unfortunately, she’s covered herself. I slowly wrap the towel around my waist, watching her watch me. She pulls her lip between her teeth. Her eyes look everywhere but at me. I step into her space, forcing her to look up at me. Bringing my hand up, I push a piece of wet hair behind her ear. I want to kiss her. I want to lift her on the counter and sink deep inside her. Then I remember she screamed.

Leaning in, I graze my lips across her rosy cheeks. “Why did you scream?” I whisper in her ear, my lips brushing against her earlobe. Goosebumps break out along her arm. I drag my finger down her shoulder, to her elbow, then to her wrist.

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