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“Yes,” he admitted without even blinking.

“Oh,” I said, letting my eyes drop. For some reason, the thought of him watching himself with other women made my stomach hurt.

“And only if the woman wants to.” He lifted my chin and crooked his lips up on one side, flashing me a hint of white teeth in that sexy little smile he had. “Ladies’ choice, always.”

“So you have, like, your own personal porno library or something?”

That made him laugh. “No, sweetheart. I destroy them as soon as she leaves.”

I frowned. “Then why video it?”

“Some people like watching, and others like being watched,” he explained simply. “The camera gives the same excitement in a safe environment, without actually having to be an exhibitionist. There are clubs and internet sites for that, but I have no desire to be a performing artist.”

My tongue darted out to my bottom lip, and Hawk leaned forward to trace the same path with his own tongue, his voice lowering to that seductive timbre that never failed to get me wet. “Did you like when I fucked you out in the open last Saturday, Bee? Did it excite you to know anyone could walk up and catch us?”

Um, yeah.

“Was it not obvious?” I asked cheekily, and he laughed a mere inch from my face, his warm breath dusting over my lips.

“I thought I could video us, and it would be like the camera is the voyeur. Then we could watch it back together so you can see how beautiful you look when you’re getting railed.”

“Okay, my panties are obliterated now. Are you pleased with yourself, mister?”

“Extremely. So that’s something you’re interested in?” He kissed me softly. “No pressure, Bee. Ever. And I’ll delete it after we watch it together,” he added, answering the question that was on the tip of my tongue.

I couldn’t deny the thrill that went through me when I thought of being filmed with him. The mental pictures that painted…

And Hawk would never put me in harm’s way. Ever. I trusted him.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my lips to his and whispered my answer.

“Yes.”

His smile was positively wicked. “Go get ready. I bought you something to wear. It’s on your bed.”

Chapter 39

I slipped the ring through my left nipple and secured it. I’d had the piercing done years ago, and had to put jewelry in often to keep it from closing up. When I heard footsteps approaching, I flicked on the video camera in the corner. I didn’t want to miss a fucking thing.

A knock sounded on the black door, and I smiled in anticipation as I opened it to find Mallori standing there, clasping the front of her short robe around her. She blinked up at me with shy, aqua eyes.

“Hi.”

“I like you with your hair down, Bee.” I sifted my fingers through the warm strands. She must have just blow-dried it. Taking her small hand in my large one, I guided her inside and closed the door.

Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the video camera I had set up and the new silver silky sheets I’d purchased that morning.

“If you don’t like anything I do, you can tell me to stop at any time,” I assured her. “Don’t be shy about telling me what you need.”

She nestled into my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her slim body. The beat of her heart was fast and hard against my abdomen, and I rested my lips on the top of her head, sensing she needed a few minutes to acclimate.

When Mal looked up at me again, a small smile crept across her face as she slipped the robe off her shoulders, revealing her tan shoulders. Ah, yes. My little seductress had decided to make an appearance.

“You look gorgeous,” I said, unable to pull my eyes from her as I took her robe and tossed it onto a chair. She was wearing the satin bra and panty set I’d bought her, the material a champagne color that brought out the highlights in her blonde hair. I’d immediately thought of her when I saw it in the lingerie store. It wasn’t overtly sexy on the hanger; the outfit had more of an understated allure, much like the woman wearing it. It was perfect for her.

Bending my head, I kissed her, long and deep. Her body responded to mine instantly, the scent of her arousal soaking the air around us. My erection pounded inside my black lounge pants that sat low on my hips, and I was grateful I’d decided to go commando tonight. Give my man some room to breathe.

Pulling back, I gazed down at her. “Will you get on your knees for me, Bee?” Normally, I would demand it, but with her past trauma regarding the action, I wanted to be cautious with her.

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