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Response knifed through him, hot, quick, lethal.

He wanted this woman in a way he shouldn’t.

After Eleanor, he’d hardened his soul.

He’d do well to remember why.

Then with a brutal force that shocked him, he shoved doubts aside.

This pulse between him and Brandy was raw, bursting with sexual energy.

What red-blooded male wouldn’t want her?

She was naked, stretched over a bed, cuffed for him, hair waiting to be pulled.

And her curves… God help him. Curves like hers would turn a saint into a sinner.

Breathing in a way to steady herself, she shifted slightly—not enough for a Dom to scold her, more of a gentle movement to shift her weight and ensure his continued interest.

Niles took his belt from the jeans he’d discarded earlier. He laid the leather across her back. “It seems you’re looking forward to this punishment.”

She moaned a little. “Oh, yes,” she said. “Sir, I am.”

“That’s my belt.”

“Mmm. Yours, Sir.”

“Do you want it?”

“Yes.”

“How many stripes, beautiful Brandy.”

“Dozens, Sir.”

“Dozens?”

“At least. I mean, how will I learn my lesson otherwise?”

He grinned.

A woman with needs that matched his…

That night at the Den, he’d forced her orgasm solely with the idea of spanking her at a later date. Even as they’d scened, and despite the warning bells in his mind and clear boundaries from Damien and Gregorio, Niles had been planning their next meeting.

But to have the luxury of holding her in bed afterward was something he hadn’t dared hope for.

Gently, he slid his hand over her curved derrière.

“So nice. Thank you, Sir.”

He rubbed her skin, each pass becoming more vigorous.

Because he didn’t want her bruised, he intended to give her a proper warm-up this time.

“Sir is too kind.”

“Selfish,” he corrected. “I want to make sure your bottom isn’t too sore for future spankings.”

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