Page 24 of Wanted

God, was Tony into that stuff too? He was Cale’s best friend. They probably talked about this stuff. Did he fantasize about hard-core bondage or something more extreme? Judging from their bed play, she didn’t really think so, but who knew for sure?

She would have to ask him. That seemed like something important she needed to know before they went any further in their relationship. If he was hoping one day she’d be ready for one of those whatsamajig crosses, she’d have to set him straight.

“Who gets restrained and beat up?” she asked. “You or the girl?”

He shrugged. “With me, usually the woman. I’m dominant but I like pain too. If she wanted to use a flogger on me now and then, I wouldn’t say no.” His lips twisted. “By the way, beating up isn’t the right term, Blondie. Sensual pain isn’t abuse.”

“If you say so.”

She awkwardly strung the candy around his sac then gave a test pull, using her other hand to hold the necklace tight. Cale released a low groan.

“Good?” she asked breathlessly. She’d never imagined candy could be used in such fascinating ways, butay caramba, seeing his taut flesh bound up by those sweet multi-colored beads made her pussy drip.

“Hell yeah.”

“I want to eat it off you.”

He groaned again and she shimmied lower to take a deep breath of his spicy, masculine scent. His arousal jutted against her cheek while her tongue quivered to lick his hot, salty skin.

But shit, she couldn’t. This wasn’t right. A threesome meant three. All three of themtogether. She hadn’t been thinking earlier when she’d let Cale suck on her breasts, but sometime between then and now her brain had finally engaged. She shouldn’t make a meal out of the necklace encircling that dark, irresistible flesh between Cale’s legs unless Tony was there to supervise.

And maybe fuck her from behind, depending.

Guiltily, she jerked up her head, only to find Cale opening his mouth to speak. “I don’t think we should—” she began.

“Maybe let’s wait ’til Tony—”

They grinned at each other. “Great minds, huh?” She eased away.

“He’s fortunate to have you.” He retrieved his necklace from her breast and twirled it over his finger before working another candy off the string.

“Ditto.” She glanced at his groin and tilted her head. “I think I need a picture of this for possible future bribery.”

Instead of freaking out, he cocked an eyebrow and leaned back on the bed in his best male model pose. “Want something to remember me by?”

It was good he understood this was temporary. Would help keep things from getting messy down the line. “Maybe I do.”

“Go for it.” He sucked the necklace between his lips, making her squirm. Just a few minutes ago she’d been bound by the string now in his mouth. “Just remember turnabout’s fair play.”

She hid her smile with her hair as she tucked the sex toys back in their box. “Maybe we’ll just skip the mutual candy consumption and erotic photography ’til Tony returns.”

Grinning, he yanked on the candy between his legs. Then he idly stroked his erect cock, crowned with precum as if it were a dab of whipped cream.

She stifled a sigh. Damn, did he have a license for that thing? And his utter shamelessness in using it to taunt her?

“As you wish, Blondie,” he said, eyebrows waggling.

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Tony stopped outside the bedroom door and juggled the bags in his arms. He’d expected them to be asleep but the crack of light beneath the door proved they weren’t. As did the soft moans and laughter.

Two guesses what that meant.

He inhaled a long breath scented with the aroma of hot hash browns and cursed his growling stomach. Going out to grab food from the twenty-four-hour diner during a night at Marcia’s was long-standing tradition. His body always signaled him even if his brain didn’t. Apparently tonight that hadn’t been such a good idea.

What was the problem really? He trusted them, whether he was present or not. It certainly wasn’t off-limits for them to touch each other when he was out of the room. Feeling left out didn’t make sense.

He reached down to turn the knob when he heard Marcia speak, then Cale. And if he wasn’t mistaken, by mutual agreement they decided to wait for him.

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