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He laughed. “Do we have a little clothed-male, naked female fetish to explore?”

She nodded and bit her lip. “It might be the only power-exchange kink I’m really fond of.”

He pursed his lips and held up a hand, spreading his fingers. “Spanking, masochism, even eating someone out or letting me fuck your mouth… all of those involve an exchange of power, baby.” He dropped a finger as he said each one.

She hadn’t really thought of it that way before, but he was right.

“I guess that makes sense. I still don’t know about all this.”

He leaned forward and cupped her cheek. “Let’s assume I know you’re unsure. Trust me to go slow and let’s not focus on your hesitancy. Instead, let’s focus on the things you are sure about.”

She blew out a breath and dragged her tongue across her lips, which suddenly felt dryer than the desert. “Like what?”

“You know you like it when I fuck you. You like it when I call you a good girl. You’re so wet right now at the thought of me stripping you bare that you’re secretly hoping I’m going to take you right here on this sofa.”

He was right. She was sure about all of those things.

“And are you? Going to take me on the sofa?”

He folded his arms. “I’m thinking about it. We are supposed to be working, though.”

She stuck her lip out in a little pout. In a flash, he fisted a hand into her hair and pulled her until she came up on her knees. Then he bent her at the waist so her face was in the couch cushion next to him and landed a hard swat to her ass, followed by a gentle rub. “No pouting.”

She was shocked by the sting and by the way his commanding voice sent shock waves straight to her clit. Fuck, she was in trouble if this was going to be her reaction to every command he gave her.

“I think you should start wearing more dresses and skirts. Your pants are in my way and I don’t like it.”

She didn’t like it either. She wanted him inside her like yesterday.

He’d loosened his grip on her hair, so she sat up and unbuttoned her pants when there was a loud knock at the door.

It was Gage. “You two decent in there?”

Carrie moved to stand up, but Peter pushed her back into a kneeling position.

“Come in,” he called.

Gage stuck his head in. “Peter, we might have a situation. Were you followed out here?”

Peter frowned, and this time when Carrie moved to get up he didn’t stop her.

“I obviously can’t be positive, but I don’t think so. Why?”

Gage glanced at Carrie, then back at Peter.

“Oh, come on, Gage. This involves me too, I can tell. Don’t shut me out.”

Gage shrugged. “I just don’t want to step on any toes.”

She huffed. “Fuck you, Gage. I’m not some clueless bimbo just because I’m kneeling next to Peter.”

Peter stood and swatted her ass at the same time. “No need to get an attitude, little one.”

To Gage, he said, “It’s fine. Just spit it out.”

“The car that followed you the other night is in our parking lot.”

Peter gripped Carrie’s hand and was heading for the hallway before Gage could say anything else.

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