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Instead of stealing a peek, she took a deep breath and wheeled around to face the men who’d set up the perfect playing field. “So, boys, tell me. When you bring a gal down here, what are the rules to the games you enjoy?”
“There are no rules,” Kemper told her. “Only pleasure.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it, Kemper,” Holly said, cutting her sharp gaze toward Kit. “So? Mr. Dom, what do you make the submissive women do while they’re here visiting you?”
Kit stalked her then, and that hard and rugged cocksure image she’d long since fallen for sent her libido into overdrive. Her sex clenched. Her breasts throbbed. Her clit was on fucking fire. Desire settled in her core and held her snatch hostage.
She wished like hell she could stay mad at him. Instead she discovered a new truth. She was half a mile down the road toward forgiveness.
“Are you saying you might be interested in Domination and submission?” Kit asked.
“Why? Are you interested in training me for submission?”
“Maybe.”
Maybe, hell. He was foaming at the mouth.
“I wanted to make sure. You know, as wishy-washy as you’ve been these days, a woman must protect her heart.”
“Protect your heart, you say,” Kit muttered, shaking his head as if he’d never buy the fact she even possessed one. “Are we playing games again, Holly?”
She cracked a smile. Oh yes, they were indeed toying with one another. But if Kit or Kemper wanted to have a good time down here, it was time for Holly to let them teach her how to play their games correctly.
“I’ll be a sport,” she said flippantly. “We can role-play.”
Kit shook his head and walked over to the toy box, knocking the lid aside so she could see inside. “No, doll. If you roam around on my jungle gym, you agree to stay until recess is over. Otherwise, you’ll need to find your jollies somewhere else.”
“You’re right. I have that option.”
“Actually, it was recently presented in the form of an invitation. Remember? I told you to leave.”
“How could I forget?” she asked softly. “You broke my heart. Now, you can show me you’re man enough to repair the damage you’ve done.”
* * * *
Holly acted like she wasn’t the least bit interested in the gadgets and devices Kit housed in his adult toy chest. She struck a strut and waltzed over to the box. She stared down at the items found there. “What’s this?” she asked, kneeling beside the deep container and drawing out a hogtie-and-handcuff set.
Stretching the leather between her open hands, she rubbernecked, apparently trying to figure out how to operate the five-piece set. “What advantages are found by someone wearing such an item?”
“Slip it on and you’ll find out,” Kit told her.
“Would you like to try it?” Kemper asked, hopeful.
“No.” She smiled sweetly, dropping the outfit into the box again and dusting off her hands as if she thought she needed to wipe away any potential germs gathering there.
After fixating her gaze on a pair of nipple clamps, she turned to Kemper and said, “I know this is what your brother wants, but what about you? If we stay together can you live without all this, honey?” She cut her gaze toward Kit for a second and then strolled toward Kemper. Touching his cheek, she said, “You know I always want to please you, don’t you, baby?”
Kit cringed. Holly had a sweet streak that could granulate sugar and a mean streak that could stripe a snake.
At the moment, she was playing Kemper. Poor Kemper was buying her dose of syrupy goodness like he’d stood in line all day to pay the highest price.
“This pleases me,” Kemper said, a dark edge to his tone.
Kit resisted that nervous lip twitch he possessed. Holly would likely swear he was being a smug smart-ass if she saw him grin. Then again, she sort of had this coming.
Kemper’s dominant personality lingered right below the surface, his true Dom persona inching forward, taking hold of him as if Kemper fully transformed right before Kit’s very eyes. Probably without realizing it, Holly drew out Kemper’s dark side.
Maybe Kit should’ve given Kemper a swift kick in the ass and shoved him down the cellar steps a long time ago. Instead, after Holly moved in and showed little interest in Domination and submission, they’d placed a lock on the door and given the extra keys to Grant and Blake, their sister’s lovers.
