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He nodded. They’d have lots of time with how long this fireworks show would take.
Sam chanced a glance at Maggie and then at everyone else. No one was paying attention to them, and she slipped out of her chair, dropping her half-eaten popsicle in the trash on the way as she clasped his outstretched hand.
Down in the basement, he drew her to him. Her lips and tongue tasted sweet from her popsicle, and he imagined what it might taste like to lick drips of it off her skin. With that thought lodged firmly in his brain, he tried and failed to get her clothes off. “How the hell do you get this thing off?”
She laughed against his mouth, but he didn’t find it funny. They had about forty-five minutes, and there were no buttons or zippers on this thing. He needed it off.
“Here,” she said, backing away from him, slipping a tiny strap over one shoulder and then the other. “It’s a romper.”
“I don’t care what it’s called. Take it off.”
She shook her head at him, a shadow of a smile on her lips as she shimmied the outfit down her torso and over her hips before kicking it off, leaving her in a black strapless bra and underwear. He traced the barely there line of lighter skin that wrapped up over her collarbones and behind her neck, evidence of her weekend in California. “So, you were planning on putting me in your shorts if you won?”
A shiver racked her body as he moved his hands down her arms to curve around her hips, and she nodded. “Since you’re such a big fan of posting thirst traps.”
Sliding his index fingers under the thin cotton of her panties, he skimmed his knuckles back and forth over her hip bones. “I wouldn’t say big fan.”
“Oh.” Lifting one shoulder, she puckered her lips into a perfect pout. “Maybe it’s me. I’m the big fan.”
A burst of laughter from his chest surprised him, and he smoothed his palms over her ass and thighs in languid circles, inching her closer with each pass. “I only posted two, at Laney’s directive.”
She held on to his waist, curling her fingers into his shirt. “I wasn’t sure you’d really follow through.”
“One thing about me,” he said, leaning in to kiss her throat. “I always follow through.” When she shivered again, he kissed the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t answer, and he repeated his promise from earlier. “I’m going to tie you up and smack your ass. Okay?”
Though she nodded, he shook his head, needing to hear her voice. Hear her say yes. He backed away three steps, and she swayed toward him as if she needed him to keep her upright. Holding on to her shoulders, he asked again, “Okay?”
“Yeah. Okay.”
He let his right hand drift down her arm, dragging the tip of his finger over her bicep and the curve of her breast, along her bare stomach, to her thigh. He smacked it lightly. “Okay?”
With a dare in her eyes, she pressed her chest against him, lacing her hands behind his neck. “Okay.”
But when she moved to kiss him, he broke her hold on him to grab his fuchsia tie from his closet and then some rope from a giant tub in the back, where he stored random tools and home improvement products. He held them up to her. “Which one do you want?”
She tried on innocence. “Dealer’s choice.”
His gaze roved her. She was an angel and a devil, all sweet-looking, yet had that wicked shine in her eyes. “How about both?”
She stepped closer to him. “Both?”
“Both.”
She bit the corner of her bottom lip, smothering a smile. “Okay.”
“Over there,” he said, pointing a finger toward his mini gym. “Hands out.”
She offered him her hands silently, and he began to wind his tie around her wrists. As he worked, he could feel her attention on him, and when he pulled his bind tight, he met her stare.
“I didn’t expect you to be so…”
Using his hold on the tie, he led her to one of the vertical bars, tying her hands to it. “So what?”
“Efficient,” she said on a breathless laugh.
He gave her butt a little squeeze, following with a smack. He might not have had sex with a lot of women, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know what he was doing.
Standing behind her, he tugged her hips backward, skimming his hand down her spine until it was almost flat. When she wiggled her ass, he gave it another smack, harder this time, and she sucked in an audible breath. He soothed his palm over her skin before running his fingers down the back of her leg. “I’m going to tie your ankles to this bench.”
