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Joni bit back a moan caused by the pleasure his words sparked.

“I look forward to being corrected,” she murmured.

Lihn arched a brow, but not in a fun amused way.In a stern, rethink what you just said way.

“Joni, are you planning to top from the bottom, force my hand, make me punish you?”

Shit.“Shit.”

Now he smiled.

“No, I’m not.I just…ugh.”

The smile widened.“You might as well tell me whatever it is you’re thinking.”

“Are you using your MRI-vision on me again?”

“Yes.”

“Cheater.”

One corner of his mouth kicked up higher than the other.“Joni?”

“Yes, Lihn?”

“I’m about to strip you naked and do unspeakable things to you.”

If that was meant to scare her, it was an absolute failure.Muscles deep in her body tightened in need and she licked her lip for the sensation, not because they were dry.

“So I think you should tell me what you were thinking about.”He was smiling, but his gaze was intense, the words almost a command, despite the way he’d phrased it.

“I’m going to admit something slightly embarrassing.”

Inside the warm cocoon of his hands, her fingers curled into fists.

Lihn’s thumbs pressed against her knuckles, forcing her hands open.Without letting go, he guided her to the seating area near the gas fireplace.They were in one of the Sub Rosa Court rooms.These rooms were made to look like bedrooms, or high-end hotel rooms, but everything in the room was specifically designed or selected to facilitate a BDSM scene.

The comfortable arm chair she sat down in had easy-clean fabric normally meant for outdoor furniture.The brass ring pulls mounted into the front of the scroll arms might have been just a decorative touch, but they were secured deep into the wood of the chair and could be used as tie points.Additional O rings were mounted on the inside edges of the four claw-foot legs, and in the center of the back of the chair.

Joni perched on the edge of the chair, crossed her legs, and cupped her hands around her knee.

Lihn propped one shoulder against the mantle.He was a sexy-lean guy.Nice.

“You were going to tell me something embarrassing.”He grinned.“I love a good embarrassing story.”

“Really?You don’t get secondhand cringe?”

“Sometimes.If I thought this was going to be really embarrassing I probably would.But I actually think this is going to be sexy-confession embarrassing, not just embarrassing.”

“You know, for people who aren’t kinky, sex-confessions often end up tilting into ‘that’s a felony’ territory.”

“People suck.”

“You’re speaking truth.”

Lihn laughed, that same real, genuine laugh.Joni’s nipples tingled, and she pressed her thighs together, feeling the corresponding pressure on her pussy lips.

“Now I’m desperate to hear this confession,” Lihn said.

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