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  Tawny leaned back against the door and found that now was one of the sexy moments. The way Andrew looked at her, his dark gaze smoldering in the fluorescent glow of the porch light, made it clear that he hoped for at least one more lesson tonight. Likely he believed that lesson would come in the form of a good-bye kiss. She had other plans.

  She reached out and stroked a lone finger across the hard wall of his chest through the soft cotton of his shirt. Fluttering her lashes in a completely tacky way only brazen Tawny could pull off, she gave him her best naughty smile. “Sometimes bad boys spend the night.”

  “Are you sure?”

  The roughness of Andrew’s voice suggested he wanted to accept her offer. So, why the hesitation? Did he fear even after she showed him her tamer side that they were too different to last beyond a few days?

  And had she implied that she wanted to be with him longer than the few days it would take to sate her sexual appetite?

  She’d told Jillian that the two of them in the long run was improbable. But then he’d turned out to be so much more than she’d expected. Not a nerd who recited statistics in the heat of the moment; rather, one who heated her up all the more with his unexpectedly rough language.

  As for his behavior the rest of the time, he wasn’t too shabby there, either. Yeah, he had his computer and technology obsessions; man, she thought he might come on the spot when the hero dragged out that advanced-looking Palm Pilot at the theater last night. Orgasming over techie gadgets aside, he’d almost seemed to enjoy their shopping excursion, and his taste in movie selection was right on course with hers. Though she had yet to run into him during her early morning gym sessions, he said he liked working out—she’d more than witnessed the proof of that in his hard body and scrumptious ass—and while his sisters and their choices in men seemed wilder than she could ever imagine, he obviously cared a great deal about his family. All those things were biggies in her book, but were they big enough?

  She shrugged off the question. There would be plenty of time to contemplate their relationship later. Right now all that mattered was showing him how badly she burned for him. How much more she wanted than a good-bye kiss.

  Tawny closed the short distance that separated him. She rose on tiptoe to brush his mouth, her nipples rubbing against his chest and hardening to erect points in the process. He’d popped one of the mints—she noted he consumed mints the way most women did chocolate—into his mouth during the drive from the metro park to her house. The cool, crisp scent drifted from his lips, inviting her to slip inside.

  She would be there soon, just as soon as she had him in her house; better yet, in her bed. A quick nibble at either corner of his mouth and she pulled back to breathe, “I am the teacher here. Haven’t you ever heard ‘teacher knows best’?”

  The dimple shot to life in Andrew’s left cheek. His hands came to her back, tugging her more firmly against his body and revealing that his cock was once more at full, gloriously hard attention. “I have heard a thing or two about that.”

  Moisture settled in her panties as she remembered the feel of his hard sex slamming into her. Whether it had to do with the length of time she’d gone without getting laid or simply his talent, he’d had her on the edge in seconds. She wanted to move slower this time, explore every inch of his delectable body, taste his silky essence sliding over her tongue.

  Her heart beat faster with anticipation. Reaching behind her, she twisted the doorknob and pushed in the door a few inches. “Come inside. Let me introduce you to my bed.”

  “I want that.”

  And he wanted her. No way could he still think this was about making him into a sex magnet. She liked him just the way he was. Different yet quite possibly perfect for her.

  Tawny stepped free from his hands and back through the doorway. From the dimly lit shadows, she reached to the hem of her sweatshirt and pulled it up and off. She cast the shirt aside and brought her hands to her breasts, toying with the nipples through the red silk of her bra. The breath snagged in her throat as a delicious sensation shot from her pebbled tips to her pussy. Never had touching herself felt so erotic. But, then, never before had she done so in front of another. Wanton Tawny had truly taken over.

  She dragged one cup of her bra down and pulled a tight nipple between her fingers. “Tell me, how bad do you want it, Drew?”

  His attention fixated on her breasts. His hands fisted at his sides, as if it was the only way he could stop from reaching out and touching. “Really bad,” he said thickly. “Oh, babe, do I ever want it.”

  “Show me.”

  She expected more talk out of him—possibly hesitation. The breath huffed from her mouth as he took two steps forward and hoisted her into his arms. His mouth came down on hers hard, taking, demanding, devouring her whole. His tongue slipped between her lips, first stroking over hers and then pulling back to play a wicked game of dart and retreat that hinted at the blissful things to come.

  Andrew kicked the front door closed. He moved through the dark living room as stealthily as if he had the vision of a panther. He paused when he reached the hallway, lifting from her lips to growl an impatient, “Bedroom?”

  The animalistic sound reached down inside her, stoking to life a fire of need greater than anything she could accomplish on her own. Greater than anything she’d experienced at another’s hands. Her bad boy was back and she ached to get her hands and mouth all over him.

  “Down the hall,” she said shortly, and nearly swore as her big mouth added, “But I need to use the bathroom first.” God help her bladder, but she’d drunk a lot of coffee during the book club meeting, and now it was having its revenge.

  With a grunt of protest, Andrew set her down. She reached for the wall switch. Bright light flooded the hallway and bled into the living room. She blinked like an owl and silently cursed her bladder. Really, was there any worse way to kill a moment than saying, “Put me down, I gotta take a pee?” Okay, so she hadn’t said those exact words, but the implication was there.

  Tawny glanced from the bathroom doorway to Andrew’s face. Hunger shot from his eyes, impatience from the suddenly hard line of his mouth. Guilt for the impatience flooded her. She’d make up the short delay to him and then some.

  Rising on tiptoe, she speared her tongue past his lips. Feeding from his mouth, she found his erection through his pants. She stroked his cock with two quick rubs she mimicked with her tongue, then stepped back, panting. “My bedroom’s the last door on the right. I promise to be fast.”

  Andy wanted to forget that Tawny was a suspect in a case he was investigating and spend the time until she emerged from the bathroom getting naked and familiarizing himself with her bed. But she was a suspect. An innocent one as far as he was concerned, but that didn’t change the facts. He was in her bedroom and he had to make use of that opportunity.

  Quickly, he moved about the room, opening drawers and shuffling through papers, looking for anything that might hint at her involvement in taking information about Rick’s ad firm and sharing it with others. The closet revealed a shitload of clothes and shoes; the filing cabinet next to her bed, paperwork on her car and financers. The brightly colored selection of bras and panties that filled her top dresser drawer had his mind threatening to roam back to the physical. His time was almost up, and that meant he had to keep his thoughts away from the ache in his dick a few seconds longer.

  Andy dove to the floor and searched beneath the bed. Along with the expected collection of dust bunnies and cobwebs, several boxes revealed old photographs, items he recognized as scrapbooking material from the times he’d seen his mother creating the pages, and a short tub filled with racy lingerie and sex toys.

  His cock throbbed over the plethora of toys. Handcuffs, dildos, whips, enough lubricant to last a lifetime…Rick wouldn’t be happy with his findings, but Andy couldn’t be more pleased.

  The bathroom door opened with a snick. He shot up from the floor, grabbing from the tub a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs
and a thick black vibrator, and tucking them under the sheets near the head of the bed. The bulge was obvious, but then he had no plans to give Tawny the time to wonder over it.

  He was through playing PI, through playing the nerd. It was bad-boy time.

  Tawny entered the room. She’d freed her hair of the ponytail, and loose red ringlets spilled wildly about her face, framing a siren’s smile. “Was that fast enough?”

  His gaze went to her breasts. Pale, lush cleavage dotted with freckles spilled over the cups of her bra and invited his hands to come closer and fondle her nipples the way she’d done in the foyer. He accepted that invitation gladly, moving to her and filling his hands with the mounds. Her nipples strained against the red silk. He pushed the material down and rubbed his thumbs over the swollen tips. A breathy sigh slipped from her lips. Her head lolled to the side, sending tendrils of hair dancing over her chest and his hands.

  If she thought he would let her off that easy for keeping him waiting while she freshened up—or did whatever else it was that women did in preparation for sex—she had another think coming. “Not even close to fast enough.” He captured both nipples between finger and thumb and pinched. “You took too long. It’s punishment time.”

  Her eyes snapped open. “P—punishment time?”

  Her voice may have trembled, but he could see the excitement alive in the deep blue of her eyes, feel it in the heat that shot from her nipples. Laying a hand at her waist, he moved behind her and pulled her tightly against him. Through her jeans, he pressed his dick against the seam of her ass and whispered into her ear, “Punishment time.”

  Tawny trembled in his arms. Before she could speak, he lifted her against him and moved to the bed. He placed her onto her stomach and straddled her waist with his thighs.

  She squirmed beneath him, attempted to push herself up. He grabbed a wrist and brought it to the headboard. Securing it in place with one hand, he found the fuzzy pink handcuffs with the other. He twined them around the center limb of the headboard and, to the sound of her stunned gasp, shackled one of the cuffs to her wrist.

  Her breathing came in loud pants as she wriggled beneath him again and tucked her free hand under her body. “Drew? W—what are you doing?”

  Chuckling, he easily pulled her hand from beneath her and shackled it alongside its mate. “Showing you how important punctuality is to me. After this I guarantee you’ll never keep me waiting again.”

  “But…where did you get the cuffs?”

  He brought his mouth to her back and ran his tongue the length of her spine, smiling when she shivered. “Under your bed, with a whole lot of other naughty things. You’re a bad girl, Tawny. A very bad girl. I might just have to spank you.”

  “You were snooping,” she accused, but didn’t sound upset. More like thrilled at the prospect of feeling his hand paddle against her ass.

  A guilty woman would sound upset, Andy thought, and then chased away the idea to come up on his knees beside her. He pulled her into the same stance. Nibbling at her neck, he undid her jeans and started them down her thighs. “You’re glad.”

  And he was fucking overjoyed. Wedged between the firm slopes of her ass was a thin string of red silk decorated with shiny black pearls. At the metro park she’d undressed herself, removing her panties and jeans in one quick move. He hadn’t known this scrap of delectation existed. Damned good thing. Had he, they never would have made it all the way back to her house without him fucking her a second time.

  Andy reached around to her front and touched down on the tiniest patch of silk he’d ever had the pleasure of laying hands on. The tiniest, wettest patch. One that he had every intention of getting wetter yet.

  He caressed part of her slit through the thin material and then slipped beneath it to push a finger into the wet heat of her pussy. Her sex shuddered around him. Her whimper coasted over her stimulated nerves, tightening his balls with painful pleasure. He worked his finger in and out of her slick body, coating it with her cream.

  Pulling it free, he returned to the string. He dipped his finger beneath the edge, drawing back on the string and letting it return to her crack with a soft slap. Tawny’s hips reared back. Her breath hitched out.

  His own breathing heightened. His heart pounded. He ached to thrust into her this instant while her sweet ass waggled in his face. Only, her punishment wasn’t finished. “Did you wear this for me, in the hopes that tonight’s lesson would lead to this?”

  “I…” She started in a tone that spoke of denial, but then quickly changed it to one of acknowledgement. Vibrant red hair brushed along her back as she nodded. “Yes, I wanted this. I’ve wanted it from the first time you kissed me. From the first time I leaned against you and felt your cock, hard and ready.”

  “It’s hard again. Hard and aching to get inside you. But it’s not the only thing that wants in.”

  “What else—” The words died with a gasp as he worked his wet finger into her puckered hole. She twisted in her bindings, pushing her buttocks farther onto his finger. Bringing his mouth to her ass, he kissed each cheek, then tugged the string aside and licked the silky length of her crack.

  “Ohmigod, Drew! Ohmigod!”

  “Andy,” he corrected, drawing back from her ass to further part her bent thighs with a nudge of his knee. “Drew’s my sexgod name. Andy’s my bad-boy one.” And he was a bad boy. Just in case she wasn’t convinced of that yet, he drew his finger out of her body and tugged the beads of the thong into her crack. “Be a good girl and hold still and I’ll think about letting you go.”

  The breath choked from her lips. He tightened his hold on the string, stretching it to the rear of her sex and grinding it against her pussy lips and deep into her buttocks. Cream leaked from beneath the thong, drizzled onto his fingers and perfumed the air. Tawny went wild, tugging at her bindings, struggling to clamp her thighs together and bucking her sweet, curvy ass in his face. “I can’t…hold still…when you’re…doing that.”

  “Then I’ll just have to punish you more.”

  “No. No more,” she pleaded. “I can’t take…any more.”

  “Oh, yeah, you can.” Continuing to grind the beaded string against her ass and pussy with one hand, he reached for the vibrator with the other.

  She had to have closed her eyes, because she didn’t say a thing as he pulled the thick black beast from beneath the covers. As he moved the patch of material at her mound aside and hit the ON switch to the vibrator, she said something, though. One strikingly loud, “If you stick that thing in me, I swear I’ll come so hard you’ll think you have a waterfall on your hands.”

  Laughing, Andy brushed the head of the vibrator against her sex. The tip buzzed along her clit. Her back arched and her thighs shook. “Oh, man…. I’m warning you, Andy. I’m talking Niagara Falls here.”

  “You like it better than me? Is that what you’re saying? You’d rather feel battery-operated plastic fucking you than my dick? I think my pride’s hurt.” He grinned wickedly, letting naughtiness come through in his tone. “Do you know what that means, Tawny?”

  “Hell, no!” She yanked at the cuffs, groaning when they refused to budge. “No more punishment. I don’t like it better than you. I wouldn’t even want it if you weren’t operating it. You drive me crazy. You make me too hot to bear. Too wet. I want—”

  The words died with a blistering moan as he buzzed the vibrator back over her clit, circling it around the swollen pearl. Juices trickled from her opening, darkening the thong and glistening on the black rod. He bent his head and licked at those juices, up the length of the vibrator and over the lips of her sex. Her hips jerked, her pussy shifting against his tongue, welcoming it inside her body. He slipped inside for one long, lusty lick, then retreated to fill her with the black beast.

  She screamed as he loved her with the rod. His cock jerked against the metal teeth of his zipper, aching to get out and take part in the action. Unable to play the part of the spectator any longer without risking coming in hi
s jeans, Andy reached for his zipper, relieved this time when he was able to pull it down without fumbling. He slid his jeans and briefs partway down his thighs. Yanking the wallet from his back pocket, he retrieved a condom and quickly rolled it on.

  Tossing the vibrator aside, he lowered against Tawny’s back and nudged his shaft between her thighs. Into her ear, he breathed, “Ready for the real thing, babe?”

  Her laugh sounded near painful. “Am I ready? If you don’t fuck me this minute I’m going to explode.”

  He moved aside the wet silk and slipped into her, groaning as her pussy gripped him tight. Filling his hands with her breasts, he teased, “Feels like to me you already did. Yeah, I believe we have Niagara Falls happening down there.”

  She turned her head to the side and narrowed her eyes playfully. “You haven’t seeing anything yet, buddy.”

  “Then I’d best keep trying.”

  Claiming her mouth in a openmouthed kiss, he reared back and thrust hard into her sheath, setting a tempo that wasn’t nearly as wild as the one they’d shared earlier and yet had his balls hugging tight to his body in seconds. The sac slapped against her ass, ringing out a melodiously carnal tune. Sweat gathered on his brow. Warmth radiated through his body. Tawny’s tongue stroked his with erratic fervor, her cunt clamping and unclamping, signaling how close she was to her waterfall of a release.

  He let free a breast to finger her clit. He circled the pearl once, twice. Her tongue stilled against his, and she released a puff of hot air into his mouth. He circled a third time. Her sex constricted, tightened. Wetness flooded him. Lust exploded in his veins. His blood sizzled, his cock throbbed.

  “Andy!”

  A deluge of hot, sticky juices followed his name. His real name this time. One less lie between them. One less reason to fear she’d despise him when she learned the truth.