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“Did I say disrobe?” I raised my voice, confirming I was in charge.

“Oh, shit, sorry. Sorry.” He grabbed the robe off the floor and pulled it back on.

“Now, on your knees and bend over the chair.”

Jackson did ashe was told.

“Come on, mate, what’re you doing?” Jackson looked up at Mickey.

I couldn’t read the expression on Mickey’s face, but his groin wascertainlytalking to me. Mickey looked toward me, and our eyes met. He cocked his head and squinted at me.

Oh crap, I think he recognizes me!

Chapter Twenty-Three

My heart thundered in my ears. My feet froze to the floor. But my mind yelled at me to get the hell out of there.

But then Mickey’s expression softened, and just like I’d asked him todohe stepped around Jackson and lowered to his knees at the second chair.

Grinning like a horny jock, Jackson clapped Mickey on the back.

Mickey glared at him. “Touch me again, and I’ll kill ya.”

“Right. Sorry.”

I nearly burst out laughing. These two men were poles apart. The plumber oozed sexuality with every calm move; Captain Horny wasexactlythe opposite.

I lifted the bathrobe over the electrician’s ass, folded the fabric to keep it in place, and then gave him a whack on his bottom. “Don’t ever come to this hotel again!”

“Okay.”

I smacked him again. “Say ‘yes, Memphis’.”

“Yes, Memphis.” He grinned at his mate, and Mickey looked at him with what appeared to be mild disinterest.

I stepped behind the plumber. “Pants down.”Thiswas going to be a test. Mickey didn’t seem to be interested in my little show of domination.

But I didn’t have to wait long. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic sides and whipped his pants down to his knees.

My breath caught in my throat.Hisass was glorious.

The two bare bottoms were a sight to behold. Mickey’s ass was more muscular with olive skin,whilstJackson’s was milky white and round.

I stepped forward and paddled my gloved hand across Mickey’s bottom. He clenched after I slapped him, bulging those muscles perfectly. “Don’t ever come to this hotel again.”

“Yes, Memphis.”

I slapped him again, just for the fun of it. “Good.”

I moved side on to him, then curled my gloved hand over his ass, around, and down between his legs. Mickey shifted his knees apart, giving me room, and I cupped his balls in my hand. The weight of them surprised me, and as I caressed them in my fingers, Mickey groaned.

It was the first uncontrolled emotion he’d emitted,and it shotheat waves through me. I adjusted my stance so I was able to smack him again. With his heavy balls filling my left palm, I gave him a whack with my right.

Mickey groaned, and as his balls sucked upward, he pushed his hands forward and gripped the back of the chair. As my insides pulsed out a heady beat, I smacked him again and tried to memorize every raunchy millisecond of what I was doing.

I stepped from Mickey to Captain Horny, and repeating the move, I cupped his balls and smacked his bottom.

“Oh, yeah. Do it again?”

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