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Stripping away his dress shirt, Jocelyn viewed the muscles underneath, the even tan, all that powerful masculinity that did such devastating things to her body just to see him half-clothed.
“Been working out a lot, haven’t you?” she replied from the bed. A lace chemise covered just enough to look deliberately provocative, though so far he hadn’t appeared to notice her seduction.
“Avoiding my question?” he turned to her.
“Not deliberately. Though it seems like another interesting coincidence, that you know my every move with Alex, and neither one of us is telling.”
“This one’s very simple. Will and I saw you emerging from the woods. Frankly, I’m surprised you got Alex to go there with her past history in that shack.”
“That was a long time ago, Reg. I’m curing her terror with a little tenderness.”
“Doesn’t sound like you were very tender with her this afternoon.”
“Sometimes that’s what we both need.”
“You the dominant?”
“Yes. Me the dominant.”
He pulled off the rest of his clothes, hung his pants in the closet, threw the shirt in the laundry, and now stood in profile with nothing on but his silk boxers. What a hot ass! she was thinking. The way the silk conformed to his ass cheeks she could just make out the perfect curve she adored. She wanted sex more than conversation. But he was taking his time, giving her a sidelong glance while he removed the underwear.
“I’ll watch you work sometime,” Reggie finally said, long after he’d given her the creeps the way he stared with that odd grin.
Jocelyn wondered at his remark, if she could ‘perform’ her treasured role of dominant with Reggie as an audience. An odd prospe
ct at best. “So, did you enjoy punishing Helena?” she changed the subject.
“Will punished her, I didn’t.”
“Will? That’s interesting. Though I don’t imagine he was as good as you.”
“He might be even better. You should have been there to watch.” He was finally climbing into bed.
“We weren’t invited,” she answered him. She gave him a reproving smile as she stroked his naked thigh.
“I didn’t exclude you deliberately, if you chose to make love to Alex instead, I’m perfectly okay with that.”
“You are?” Jocelyn pondered aloud.
“You’re not going to pin your guilt on me.”
For days now, just beneath the surface of their conversation, a gentle bickering had been going on about her affair with Alex. He may have said he wasn’t annoyed by their trysts, but she didn’t believe him. He had that edge about him. She’d waited for him to make a move, declare himself, give her some sort of clue about his thoughts—all the while she felt him stalking her like a panther on the hunt.
“You say Helena was a joy to watch?” Jocelyn said, returning to the safer subject.
“She’s been masturbating with the buggy whip. It was quite a demonstration.”
“She showed you?”
“She’s a first-class slut underneath that demure demeanor. After her little performance, Will showed her a different side to the whip.”
“He left marks?”
“Many.” Reggie drew Jocelyn into him. “That excites you doesn’t it?” His question hardly required an answer as his lips took charge of her mouth, his passion sweeping across her face, to her neck, and the breasts he uncovered pushing the lace chemise away.
Suddenly, Jocelyn backed off.
“It’s Helena, isn’t it?”
