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Gently releasing her hair, he cupped the side of her face in his hand, using his thumb to tip her head back a bit more so she was looking into his eyes. “Are you okay?” he rasped, wanting to make sure they were still on the same page, that she was aware of where this was headed next. They weren’t going to cross that line without her consent.

She nodded, a soft smile on her lips. “Yes, I’m better than okay.”

“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.” Oddly relieved by her answer, he slid the hand that was around her waist down to her bare ass, stroking the silky-smooth flesh beneath his palm. He was already anticipating following through on the double dog dare she’d issued for him to spank her. “And after tonight’s debacle, once we take this into the bedroom, I want you to prove just how obedient you can actually be.”

Curiosity glimmered in his gaze. “You like your women submissive?”

Before tonight, he’d always dated women who were easy to handle, who didn’t push his buttons and catered to whatever he wanted and needed, when he wanted or needed it. It kept affairs and flings simple and uncomplicated, and it kept his emotions out of the equation, which was what mattered the most.

But he couldn’t deny that Natalie’s spirit and fire turned him on. That she didn’t make it easy on him. That she made him work for it and always kept him guessing. Yes, she pushed his buttons, and she’d never be one of those women who tried to do and say all the perceived right things to sway him into a committed relationship. She wasn’t needy or clingy, and submissive was a word he’d never use to describe her.

“I like my women accommodating,” he said instead, for the sake of their discussion and what he intended to do to her. “Tell me, Minx, are you willing to show me how contrite you are for being such a bad girl tonight?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitating.

He didn’t miss the glimmer of anticipation in her eyes, instead of the defiance he was used to encountering with her. Apparently, when it came to sex, she didn’t mind participating in a little role playing and had no issues giving him the control.

God, could she be any more perfect? At the moment, he didn’t think so.

He stepped back, offered her his hand, and inclined his head. “Then let’s move this to the bedroom, where we’ll both be more comfortable.”





Chapter Nine





Natalie placed her hand in Wes’s and let him lead her to his master bedroom down the hall, a part of her marveling at the fact that she was completely naked—except for the heels he didn’t seem to want her to take off—while to her disappointment he still wore his jeans. But he had a beautiful back . . . wide shoulders and toned muscles that sloped down his spine. She could easily imagine gripping that firm flesh while he drove deep inside of her and marking him with her nails.

Crazily enough, her softened sex pulsed at the thought, even though he’d already given her two phenomenal orgasms that should have more than satisfied her. But now that Natalie knew how good it felt to have Wes’s mouth between her legs and his tongue doing the most delightfully wicked things to her girly bits, the greedy hussy wanted more. She wanted every dirty, indecent thing that Wes was willing to give her.

God, when had she become so wanton? She’d never been this uninhibited and shameless with Mitch. But then again, he’d never spontaneously gone down on her in the kitchen before like Wes just had, pleasuring her as if that was his sole reason for being on his knees—to worship her body, her *, and get off on watching her come not once but two freakin’ amazing times.

No, Mitch had never been that adventurous when it came to sex, and she’d accepted their vanilla, lights-off, missionary style of f*cking because sex wasn’t everything in a relationship, right? What had been important was that they’d had the same goals for the future—marriage, having a family, creating the kind of life together that her parents had. Or so she’d thought. But maybe his ideals had shifted to include a woman other than Natalie because she’d been so focused on her job, her career, and hadn’t seen the signs of Mitch’s gradual withdrawal from their relationship.

And once Mitch had left her, Natalie had shut down her desires, which hadn’t been difficult to do at the time. Other than the occasional romp with Liam for a quick orgasm, there had been no other men in her life. Until now. She was about to end her long dry spell with the one guy she’d fantasized about for years but never thought she’d ever bone—her brother’s best friend and her nemesis.

Despite their attraction, she’d always known that Wes was a player and certified heartbreaker, which was the exact opposite of what she wanted in a guy, especially after being cheated on by Mitch. Then again, it wasn’t as though Wes was asking for a lifetime commitment. Just hot, toe-curling, spine-tingling sex. As Richard had said, this was all about a convenient fling before she thought seriously about dating again. Wes was her transition guy, and she knew better than to have any expectations beyond sex.

Wes came to a stop at the foot of his huge king-sized bed. Facing her, he gently brushed her hair away from her cheek with his fingers, his gaze studying her features too intently. “You look awfully serious all of a sudden,” he said, more intuitively than she would have given him credit for. “What are you thinking, beautiful?”