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“Seems like you’re enjoying the view.”

The sexy glint in his dark eyes heated her cheeks. She dropped her face to her forearm in embarrassment. Not actual embarrassment, more like giddy excitement which was totally new to her.

“Red’s a good color on you. I’ll be sure to walk slower.” When she peeked again, he was slow motion flex walking through the bathroom door. She felt intoxicated. The sex had been off the charts, and he had a playful side. And that look, those eyes…

Everything stopped. Sights, sounds, hell, she didn’t even breathe. For a minute, she was convinced even her heart stopped.

I know those eyes. They’re the same…

Andy rocketed out of bed and didn’t bother to cover her body. Before she could lose her nerve, she grabbed the framed picture. She didn’t want to know, but she did at the same time.

Leaning forward, she directed a lock of her hair to Killer’s face in the picture. “Holy shit.” His skin had been ink free in the picture and when he fought for Ozzy. No facial hair and a military high and tight. No wonder she didn’t recognize him. Killer, Nick, was a completely different person than the one she’d borderline, quasi-stalked three years ago.

“Lexi is never going to believe this.”

Strong arms wrapped around her from behind and the warmth of the body at her back gave her warm fuzzies.

“Believe what?”

“You. Me. I mean, you’re Killer, aren’t you?”

The hands that had been lazily stroking her abs stilled.

Nick spun her around and took her face in his calloused hands. He searched her eyes. For what, she didn’t know, but it felt like an intense criminal interrogation.

Something about it felt. . .off. Just like some of his other statements, but maybe he was still drunk.

“Tell me, do you get off on the idea of having sex with a stranger? I mean, I’m not one to judge, I just want to know my role. As long as both parties are consenting, understand that no is always on the table, and both find pleasure, then I say go for it.”

Again, with the oddities, but his words were turning her on. Andy could admit, stranger sex can be great. So can some other things he had in his drawer of wonders.

In the past, Andy had always gone with the flow. If she wanted something, or someone, she went for it. Her philosophy had always been how could she know whether she liked something if she doesn’t try it. But even with as open as she was, no one ever pushed her limits. Not like she thought this man could.

She was still in disbelief that she’d finally slept with him as he was backstepping with her in his arms. Heading for that drawer of wonders. “Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?”

“On the back, yes.” Something akin to disappointment crossed his face as he released her and held up his hands.

“Clutch,” he said as he flexed the fingers on his left hand. He shifted his eyes down slightly, indicating she should look down and she did, he raised his left foot slightly and flexed it. “Clutch… downshifting—”

Andy’s laughter cut him off. “Oh my god, did you wear those during sex?” The man with rebel hair and a bad boy beard, was standing there buck ass naked except for polka dot socks. Navy blue with large white dots. It was so random and so unexpected.

He gifted her that panty-melting smile, shrugged and toed them off. “What can I say, my feet get cold. But,” he continued as he used his now bare feet to kick them away. “Cold it has to be, because I am definitely going to need the traction.”

She hid her giggle behind her hands. Which he reached for and flexed the fingers of her left hand. “As I was saying, clutch. Downshifting. Same foot in case I can’t see your hands. Say clutch or flex these two fingers and drop your foot like that and I’ll downshift. Slow down.” Nick reached for her right hand.

Holy shitballs, what am I in for?As much as she shivered with a touch of fear, it was mostly because it intrigued her. Tingles started in her stomach and moved lower. Her nipples were rock hard.

“These fingers, brake. This foot, brake. All stop. Say brake or make a braking motion and we stop immediately. Understand?”

All she could do was nod. “Now.” He reached into the drawer and pulled out a length of silk with a padded area. “Open up.” She obeyed before she even thought about if she wanted to or not. Nick was a little rough, shoving the padded area in her mouth and wrapping it around her head before bringing the ends together in front of her mouth.

“Say clutch.” He watched her face and leaned in to listen.

It came out more like, cuts. “Again,” she obeyed. After five times of clutch, he moved to brake. “Good, now I know what they sound like when your mouth is full.” The way he popped the last word elicited a moan from somewhere deep inside of her. A place she’d never visited.

When he cupped her cheeks and gently kissed her forehead before giving her a wicked smile, she knew she was in trouble, but the most pleasurable kind.

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