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“Still, baby. I don’t want to cut one of my favorite bits of you.” She could almost hear the grin she knew was on his face.

As the knife slid across her most sensitive area, her need returned with a vengeance. Darci had all but forgotten her desire for an orgasm as she focused on their exercise in trust, but the intense need was back now.

As the last bits of wax fell from her skin, she moaned. Would he make her come now? Instead of burying himself in her like she wanted, he instructed her to stand so he could fold up the sheet to keep wax from going everywhere. It was prudent, but she was growing impatient again.

Thankfully he was quick with his cleanup and was soon at her side. He fisted a hand into her hair and tugged gently, then he slid the other hand between her legs, and she groaned. This is what she had been waiting for.

“Hungry, pet?” he asked, as he flicked a finger across her engorged clit.

As the gentle flick sent shock waves through her body, she managed to whimper a barely coherent, “yes, Sir,” and he growled in her ear.

Soon he had her on the brink of orgasm and for a moment she thought he was going to deny her again. Instead, he whispered the words she had been waiting to hear for two days.

“Come for me.”

Her knees buckled, but he held her steady as the orgasm ripped through her. As the last waves of pleasure rolled over her, he laid her back on the bed and shed his pants. In seconds, he was inside her slick opening. A loud groan came from his throat as he sank into her.

“Dear god woman, you don’t know how hard it’s been to stay out of your pretty little cunt.” His dirty words sent shock waves of pleasure rippling through her and soon she was riding high on another orgasm.

He slid in and out of her, his arms braced on the bed on either side of her.

“You’re such a good girl. Thank you for trusting me,” he whispered as he continued fucking her.

From the way he had tensed, she could tell he was nearing his own release. She dug her hands into his ass and urged him to fuck her harder.

A third orgasm ripped through her and a moment later he found his own pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck and shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

Rolling off her, he grinned. “Was it worth the wait baby?”

She blushed and nodded as she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

36

THE next morning, Bradley got called into the office even though he’d planned to take the morning off.

“Rumor is you dated Elise Bricker and you’re into BDSM.”

He stared at Sean Atleigh and tried to think of what to say.

“I went on one date with Elise a few years ago, that’s correct.”

“And the rest of it? This article is saying you two were part of the BDSM community along with that girl you’re dating now, and you knew Marlie Dixon. Are the police going to come around questioning you?”

Bradley blinked. He hadn’t even considered that he had a connection to all three women. “No, sir. I highly doubt it. I should have said something to you after the first murder, but I guess I was in shock.”

“Honestly, I’m shocked myself. How the hell are we supposed to spin this, son?”

“I’m not sure we can, Sir. The truth is, I do enjoy BDSM in my personal life.” The senator groaned and Bradley turned to face his boss again. “I’ll resign if that’s what you want, but I want you to know you still have my utmost loyalty.”

“I’m not that big of an ass, Bradley. I’m not going to fire you. Besides, if I did that you’d go work for your dad and I wouldn’t have a prayer at winning the election.” The senator chuckled, and Bradley smiled because he was right. “I guess it’s a good thing you’re not going with me on this trip, as it is, I’m going to get questions. I think it’s best if you stay off the trail. We’ve been meaning to name a deputy campaign manager, anyway.”

They agreed to keep Bradley out of the spotlight for a while. The senator tried to talk him into publicly denouncing the lifestyle, but Bradley told him that wasn’t an option, so he moved on.

“I want to come out with a statement on this monster terrorizing deviant women.”

Bradley cringed inside but kept his expression blank. “Sir, that’s a bad idea. At least to phrase it like that.”

“What do you mean?”

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