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Alexis could have kicked herself.
“Was that a Freudian slip?” Zane questioned.
Go fuck your dog, buddy.
“Do you have an Oedipus complex?” she parried.
“No,” he said with a laugh. “But I subscribe to the Pleasure Principle.”
““I don’t need to know about that, thank you. I don’t date sleazy salesmen.” She glared at Rod. “I don’t do one-night stands either.” Alexis was genuinely offended. “You are a villainous blackguard, miscreant,” she insulted him in a way she suspected he’d understand.
“I am impressed, Dr. Thomas,” Rod complimented her. “A scholar of both science and literature.”
Suddenly, they all ran out of words. Their witty repartee came to a halt. The sexual tension between the three of them was nearly suffocating.
Rod took one of Alexis’s wrists and encircled it with his middle finger and thumb. He rubbed his thumb slowly back and forth over her veins.
“You do a lot more things than you let on, Alexis. I don’t believe you’re a novice.”
“Whatever do you mean?” She put her other hand over her chest. Her eyelashes fluttered.
“You’re not as vanilla as you pretend to be.” Zane took her other wrist and captured it as well. In the process, he turned her stool so she was facing him. Her knees brushed his abdomen. She resisted the urge to part her legs as he turned her palm upward.
“I see the faintest line here.” Zane traced a line across her wrist with his index finger. “And here.” He traced the other side.
Alexis shivered.
“You tell everyone it’s a latex sensitivity from the surgical gloves.” He lifted her hands to kiss each wrist lightly and quickly. She tried to pull her hands away, but he did not let go. “But I know it is chafing from the cuffs. You like real leather because it leaves less of a mark than rope.”
Alexis inhaled sharply.
“And leather cuffs come with hooks.”
He released her hands.
Rod brushed long, pale tresses off her shoulders. His nimble fingers barely brushed the side of her neck. He followed a trail with each hand down her neck, detecting the faintest roseate discoloration that marred her fair flesh.
“You tell everyone it’s an allergy to metal from your stethoscope.” He leaned so close that she could feel his hot breath on her neck. “But I know it’s an abrasion from the collar your boyfriend has you wear.”
Alexis exhaled her breath loudly.
“I am not in a relationship,” she protested.
“Very well…the collar you used to wear for your Master.”
“That is preposterous,” Alexis denied.
Rod pulled her gently to her feet and pressed the full length of his body against hers. Zane followed Rod’s movements. They smelled delicious, like sandalwood soap, she thought. Hands sailed up the back of her shirt, all the way up to her bra.
“This back has been flogged,” he stated.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rodriguez.”
Zane’s other hand skated down and caressed her backside.
“This bum has been paddled.”
“You are wrong,” she denied with a breathless whisper.
