Arrested Pleasure

Excerpt

Chapter One

"That's going to get you arrested."

Cassie Nichols toyed with the silvery ring between her fingers as she contemplated Dani's words. The slick, cold metal of the cock ring warmed as she played with it. Hard to believe what this little trinket did to a man.

"Gavin is well aware it's just a game we're playing. He won't call the authorities. He'll just laugh and tease me." She slipped the cock ring into her black Louis Vuitton purse, a gift from her mother last Christmas, and glanced at her best friend and fellow masseuse. "Honestly, I'm over him. We're only having some fun. Heck, last time I left him one of my little presents he called and wanted to know what I planned to bring next."

Dani shook her head, disapproval clear in her expression. "He'll soon grow tired and sic the cops on you for harassment. That'll only infuriate your father even more."

She sighed at the mention of her father. "Screw my father. I'm an adult and running my own business and damn proud of what I'm doing." She picked up her purse. "If it means being naughty once in a while, so what?"

Even after all this time her father couldn't understand why she'd opened a spa in the seediest part of Portland rather than in Seaside, closer to where they lived. Instead, she had turned her back on her father's advice and took a rundown office space in a dilapidated building in a bad part of town and made the spa one of Portland's most popular spots to get massages and other services. But the success of her business didn't matter to him. He still harped on her occasionally about her decision to leave her hometown of Seaside.

Pulling out her compact, Cassie checked her makeup. The air felt humid from the recent rain, and she wanted to be her best in case she ran into Gavin. Well, what woman wouldn't want to look her best for any man?

She regarded herself in the mirror, wondering why she couldn't seem to attract men who wanted permanency. Maybe part was due to her mixed-race heritage? Long black hair and dark brown eyes accented the Philippine legacy she'd inherited from her mother, Nola. She'd stood out in school and only seemed to attract the wrong kind of men.

"I wonder if men would take me seriously if I became a redhead."

Dani slid into the chair across from her. "Honey, if you were gray-haired, the men would still flock to you. You're like an exotic bird in a sea of sparrows."

"Well, poo." She pouted at Dani. "I wish I'd ended up taking after my father."

"No, you don't. You're happy with the way you are."

Cassie glanced at her friend. She knew her too well. "Yeah, you're right." She shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe someday a guy will appreciate me for my personality." She ran a comb through her hair and decided to leave it loose, rather than her usual ponytail. Her long dark mane was the envy of several of her friends, yet she rarely did anything special with it. Work tended to be her mojo of late.

Though her friends called her an exotic beauty with the ability to snare any man she wanted, Cassie rarely dated. She didn't have the time and most of the men she came into contact with didn't meet her three S's of specifications.

Successful, single, and sexy.

"Want to meet for drinks later tonight after your visit with Gavin?" Dani interrupted Cassie's thoughts.

"Hmm . . . can't. I have my monthly dinner with Tim and his family." Cassie slid her compact back into her purse and unfolded her long frame from the chair. In spite of her lukewarm feelings for her father, she adored her older brother. "Besides, I need to get cracking at the ledger again. Can't believe how bad I let my books lapse. Especially with Isaiah Winkler breathing down my neck."

Dani grimaced. "Don't remind me that I may not have a job in a few weeks. Damn him."

"Tell me about it. The jerk is determined to drive me out of business for some high priced condos or an easy to manage parking garage. Whatever gets him the most money."

"Maybe you should charm him out of his pants." Dani chuckled as she said the words.

Cassie rolled her eyes at the vision of seducing the overweight and much older Isaiah Winkler. "Get real. I wouldn't get kissy-face with the asshole. Besides, I'm sure he loves his money much more than he does women."

"Guess a hooker from Burnside won't work on him." Dani shook her head. "Perhaps one of the Markham brothers from across the street could give him a Mafia hug. Or a cement dunk."

Cassie laughed at the idea. "Sounds like a good idea, but it's not reasonable. With my luck, Isaiah would leave everything to his look-alike nephew, who'd be worse than his uncle." She checked the time on the clock above the door. "I'll deal with everything eventually, but I need to go. I have to get over to Gavin's and drop this off before he returns home from work."

"Be careful!" Dani's final words rang behind her as Cassie left.

As she stepped out onto the busy sidewalk, she breathed in the damp air. At least there wasn't rain. Never tell visitors it always rained in Portland, because it didn't, but more often than not one needed to carry an umbrella.

She paused and contemplated the façade of her business. She'd spent a lot of work and time on upgrading the rundown building to her specifications. On the outside, the spa appeared warm and inviting, with pink and white colors, and matching colors inside to create a welcoming entrance. One could walk in and immediately experience a relaxed atmosphere. Just like she'd envisioned eight years ago when she'd taken the plunge and invested her inheritance from her Filipino grandmother into the business.

Cassie had thought about taking over the space next door to expand her spa, but Isaiah resisted her suggestion. He'd already informed her he wanted to sell the whole block. When she'd first rented her space, a clause left by a former owner had made hers an unbreakable lease. Or, so she thought until Isaiah Winkler pointed out the fine print and became bent on pushing her out.

Walking the short distance to where her car was parked, Cassie watched as a heavily made up girl, who appeared no more than fifteen, strolled by, her hips swaying widely as she sought out her next john. Prostitutes usually veered away from this block, because they knew the area tried to keep a clean reputation. Business owners wouldn't hesitate to shoo them away. Two doors down stood the Rosa Miller Center, a homeless shelter that provided a safe haven for those who needed it.
Prostitutes, too.

Cassie paused as she spotted a small child sitting on the steps that led inside the shelter. The little girl, Sienna Sanchez, sat watching two teens play catch on the sidewalk. Sienna's head lifted, and her eyes lit up when she spotted Cassie.

She jumped to her feet, her tiny hands waving frantically. "Cassie! Hi!"

"Hi, Sienna." Cassie smiled and waved back as she unlocked her car door. Cassie had first spoken to Sienna a few months ago and struck up a friendship as the two chatted about girly things. Sienna loved to come into the spa and watch them work. Cassie wished she had more time to spend with the little girl, but she was already running late.

"Where you going?" Sienna gazed at her with innocent adoration. Looking at the little girl sometimes made Cassie wish she had a family of her own. But that'd mean commitment, and she didn't have the time right now.

Cassie patted Sienna on the shoulder. "Out on an errand, sweetie. I'm in a hurry, but I promise we'll chat another day."

A serious expression crossed Sienna's face as she mulled Cassie's words. The little girl seemed so mature for one so young. It hurt Cassie at times that she couldn't do more, but the mother had resisted much of the overtures, preferring her independence.

Sienna stared at Cassie. "Okay, but will you paint my nails next time I'm in the spa?"

"Sure." Cassie laughed. Sienna always made her happy. "I have to go, honey, but I promise we'll give you a special day soon."

"Yeah, thank you, Cassie." She jumped up and down, her face all in smiles.

On a day like this Cassie was glad she might be able to make a little girl's dream come true.

Waving goodbye, Cassie got in her car and started the engine, beginning the trek to the suburbs of Portland and Gavin's house.

* * * * *

Thirty minutes later, Cassie maneuvered her Honda down Aurora Boulevard. There hadn't been much traffic on the trip over, and she hoped to get her errand over and done with before the rush hour began in earnest. She caught her reflection in the mirror and frowned. Whereas before she got joy out of these excursions to Gavin, now the whole thing seemed mundane. She'd asked herself earlier today why she continued to play these games with a man long gone from her life. She wasn't in love with him.

Cassie sighed. Obsession. The name of the game for her. From the time she'd been a teen she'd controlled every relationship with a man and discarded them when she tired of them. She'd rather dump them than be the one dumped. Strange motto, but one she'd lived with since her teens.
Except Gavin had changed the rules.

Sweet, nice Gavin Jericho, who wouldn't hurt a fly, had fallen in love—with another woman. Not that Cassie blamed him . . . now. His sin had been breaking things off with Cassie before she broke it off. No man had ever done that to her.

Cassie sighed. Get real. He was at least honest with you. Not like that dickhead Nolan Chavez. She found him in bed with another woman.

But still, this insecurity of hers had become legendary among her friends. They loved to tease her about her predilection for breaking off relationships before the guy did.

Zipping around the corner, Cassie turned onto Prairie Landing, a quiet cul-de-sac in Raleigh Hills. Gavin lived in a yellow ranch-style he'd bought some three years ago.

Gavin worked as a ticket agent at Portland International Airport. Cassie met him on her way to Hawaii. They'd struck up a conversation as he checked her in, and by the time she had her boarding passes in hand, a night out had been scheduled.

He was pleasant and fun to be with. Cassie enjoyed her dates with Gavin. She knew he wasn't "the one," but that didn't matter. What did matter was that she had seen it as a year long romance.
Not so for Gavin.

Six months ago, he dropped a bombshell. He was now dating a flight attendant he met at the airport—and it was serious.

Goodbye, Cassie.

She'd seethed and given Gavin pointed looks, but he'd ignored her as he touted his new lady friend's virtuous achievements. Cassie had wanted to gag and had to leave before she got sick of hearing how wonderful Sharon was.

But Cassie had gotten her revenge. Two days later, she left a see-through nightie on Gavin's doorstep, with a note that said, "Look what you're missing. You could've been 'seeing' me in this."

Of course, Gavin had immediately called her up, and they'd laughed about the whole thing. He knew she didn't like being dumped. Their broken affair eventually turned into a friendship, and her visits became a little game between them. The "little gifts" continued for weeks. Sometimes not much more than a box of condoms or erotic shaped candy, but as always, Gavin called her up and they chatted for a bit, catching up on each other's news. Sharon turned out to be kind, once Cassie met her. The sting of being dumped soon faded.

Now she planned to leave one last "calling card" to let Gavin know she wished him well. Due to her busy schedule, it'd been several weeks since her last visit, but today she intended to change things.
Stopping her car in front of his house, she paused to consider it. Gavin's familiar red Toyota SUV wasn't in sight. Hopefully Gavin wouldn't be home. She'd get the job done and be out of here in a flash. Cassie reached into her purse for the package holding the cock ring. She also had a note for Gavin wishing him well and letting him know this was her final "present." The card said goodbye and good luck. She meant it too. It was time to move on. Heck, perhaps Gavin and Sharon would get some use out of the cock ring.

Cassie glanced around as she stepped out of the car. There were no neighbors outside to wonder about her presence. She'd hoped Gavin might not be home right now, as he worked the three to midnight shifts most days and Sharon was probably on assignment, but in case he or Sharon had been home, she planned to leave everything on his back doorstep and take off. Her brother lived in nearby Beaverton, and she'd have plenty of time to take care of her task before heading to his place.

She unlatched the chain link gate leading into the backyard and made her way to the back of the house. She noticed right away that he'd done some work on the pool. During all the time they'd been together, the pool had languished. His excuse being he had no time to work on the landscaping and pool. Besides, he couldn't swim.

So why buy a house with a swimming pool?

She stepped onto the deck, then stopped and did a double take. The teakwood was recently stained and looked good. Odd. Gavin had told her he didn't have time to take care of things around the house.

Sharon must have unleashed his energy, or had done all the work herself. Maybe this relationship was indeed good for Gavin as he'd claimed. Cassie smiled, glad he'd found Sharon. She'd only met the other woman twice, but she suspected Sharon didn't have a mean bone in her body.

She quietly walked up to the glass doors, quelling the urge to check inside and see what other changes Sharon had precipitated. Firmly grasping her naughty package between her fingers, she leaned down to lay it on the rug.

The door slid open.

Cassie froze. Expecting Gavin or Sharon, she glanced up, words of greeting on her lips. She'd explain and get out of here before they invited her inside.

Instead of either familiar face, she met a pair of eyes belonging to a man she'd never seen before. A man with a very annoyed expression.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" His words made his displeasure clear.

The hair on the back of Cassie's neck rose. Clad in jeans and a T-shirt, the stranger stood well over six feet tall. Never mind that he was the most gorgeous piece of hunk she'd seen in a while.

"I—uh—was expecting Gavin to be at work." She peered past him, hoping Gavin or Sharon would appear to explain who she was. Possibly she'd made a mistake and Gavin was home.

"He's not here." He glanced pointedly at the package now lying at their feet. "Is there something I can do for you?" His eyes assessed her as they roved her body.

Oh, yeah, she knew exactly what he wanted to do for her. Or rather to her.

"Is the package for him? I can give this to him when I see him." The stranger reached down to pick it up, the muscles in his arms flexing and causing Cassie to stare at the strength in them. She bet he could lift her five-foot nine-inch frame easily. She caught a whiff of aftershave. Citrusy and masculine. The beginnings of a five o'clock shadow laced his strong jaw. Her breasts tingled at the vision of his jaw scraping her skin as he suckled her nipples. A trickle of moisture bloomed between her thighs.

She blinked, realizing she'd gotten lost in lust for the man. She could only imagine what he would think of her if he found what was in the package. She snatched the gaily-wrapped bag out of his hands. "I can wait and give this to him another time. It's not a big deal."

Straightening up, he cocked an eyebrow at her, obviously curious. His hair was brown with light streaks through the strands, as if he spent a great deal of time outdoors. His eyes were hazel colored, with specks of something that Cassie hadn't quite figured out.

"You're one of Gavin's admirers. Too bad he let you get away." His wicked smile made it clear he'd take up any offer from her as a replacement.

If she'd met him in any other situation, she'd have returned his flirty grin. But not now. Not with a cock ring in her hand meant for another man.

"No. We—ah—used to be friends. I haven't seen him in a while and was passing through this area."
Her eyes met his for a moment, mesmerized by the provocative glint there. She nervously tossed her hair over her left shoulder. Most men would trip over their feet and be pleasant to her. Not this stranger. He gave her the impression of a rogue pirate ready to pitch her over his shoulder and carry her off to ravish her. And if the way her body tingled in reaction to him was any indication, she had a feeling she'd let him.

"Used to be friends?" His gaze bore into hers. "What does that mean? Should I be concerned that you're up to no good? A bomb, perhaps?"

"Huh? What?" She shook her head and hugged the package closer to her. "No. I just sort of lost contact with him. I knew he'd be at work and I wanted to drop off this . . . um . . . present for him."

His eyes dropped to the package clutched to her chest. His gaze lingered there for a moment, before dropping lower as he continued to peruse her body. She wore a black mini skirt with a peach silk top. She'd eschewed nylons, her long legs bare except for the high-heeled black sandals on her feet. Even at her height he towered over her by a good five inches.

"Look, I'll catch him another day."

His gaze flitted back to her face. "Can I give him a message? Tell him you were here? You are—?"

"No!" She winced at the sharpness in her voice. "I'll call him and um . . . catch up with him then."

She turned away, intending to slip the package into her purse unobtrusively as possible and make a quick getaway. He made her nervous with the way he perused her from head to toe and left her body aching in reaction.

"I'll head out now and—" She started to step off the short flight of steps, but her sandal heel got caught in the carpeted welcome mat. "What the—" She tried to pry her heel away, but began to lose her balance.

"Watch it!" Cassie heard as her body pitched forward. She heard a shriek and realized it was her own. Her arms flayed wildly, but before she fell to the deck, hands slid around her waist. The force of the motion left them both unbalanced and out of control. She closed her eyes, bracing for the hard surface as they tumbled down onto the deck.

Momentary silence followed. She quickly assessed the situation. She hadn't broken any bones. To her surprise, she'd landed on something soft. Yet hard. She pried an eyelid open.

She lay on top of the strange man. He'd taken the brunt of the fall, protecting her from serious harm. His eyes were closed, and she wondered for a moment if she'd knocked him out cold. She wiggled to check for any damage and to move off him. His body was strong and hard in all the right places. Especially below the waist, she realized as the hardness against her stomach made itself known.

Then she heard a grunt.

"Don't freaking move, lady, unless you want to pay for the consequences."

His eyes remained closed as he spoke. Well, at least he didn't seem to be unconscious.

"Are you alright?" She went to shift the weight of her body off him, but he gripped her arms, forcing her to stay in place. Obviously he wasn't too far out of it.

Slowly his eyes opened, and Cassie stared wide-eyed into his hazel ones. She couldn't look away. He stared back at her for a long minute before dropping his gaze to her mouth. His lips were a mere inch or two from hers.

She closed her eyes, welcoming what was coming next. She wanted him to kiss her. One taste, that's all. She inhaled the scent of his aftershave.

She sensed him leaning closer. Yes.

Just one kiss from . . .

Her eyes popped open from a sudden awareness that she didn't know his name or his relationship to Gavin. "Let me go," she muttered as she rolled off him. He released the grip he had on her arms.

Cassie rose unsteadily to her feet. Without glancing at him, she said, "I need to get out of here. I'm already late for a dinner. Tell Gavin I'll call him in a day or two and"—she gazed down at her hands—"my package! Where is my gift?"

He slowly rose to his feet. "It can't be too far."

With a quick perusal around the deck, she finally spotted the clandestine package—now ripped apart.
"Oh, no!" She picked it up and peered inside. The note was still tucked away neatly, but the cock ring was gone. Damn. Maybe it'd fallen between the cracks of the deck?

"Are you looking for this?"

She whipped around at the sound of his voice and cringed when she spotted what he held up in his hand.

The cock ring.

Her face warmed and a flush rushed up her skin at the realization that he now knew what her gift for Gavin was.

She couldn't meet his eyes. "Er . . . yes." She held out her hand, hoping he'd hand the ring over, no questions asked. "Just give it to me. I'll put it back . . . ."

Instead, he grabbed her hand. He jerked her forward, closer to him. Startled, all she could do was stare at him. Once again, they were face to face.

"Just what did you plan on doing with Gavin?" Hazel eyes bored into hers. Accusatory.

What could she say? He held the damning evidence in his hand. "Noth . . . . nothing." She stammered as he set off alarms inside her brain. His closeness unnerved her. "We used to date, and I've been leaving him presents. That's all. Let me go." She tried to pull away from him, but he stilled her movements.

"Are you obsessed with him? He's engaged to Sharon, a nice girl, and I won't—"

His words sounded angry, and Cassie didn't have a clue why. Was he related to Sharon? A brother perhaps? Then something he said penetrated.

"Engaged? They're engaged?" The first she'd heard this news.

"Yes. Engaged. In fact, they're living together at Sharon's condo. No way I'll tell you where. I don't want to see either of them hurt by the likes of you."

She absorbed his words. Gavin now lived with Sharon, and they were engaged. Wow, things must be serious. She felt glad for them, but she wished Gavin had the courtesy to mention this in one of their chats. It would've saved her the embarrassment of this encounter.

She realized the stranger still watched her closely, those damn eyes of his accusing her of trying to entice Gavin away from Sharon. She lifted her chin and looked him square in the eye. "I'm glad Gavin and Sharon have found each other. I'll have to tell him the next time I see him."

"You're not hell bent on breaking them up with this little toy?" He held up the incriminating evidence. The sunlight glinted off the silvery jewelry.

Mortified that this stranger thought her a home wrecker, she set him straight. "Hell, no. It's a gag gift. Nothing more."

His eyes narrowed.

"Believe me, this is noth—"

"Are you involved with Gavin?"

She shook her head. "We were—a long time ago. But not anymore."

His hold loosened slightly. "Good. Then you won't mind this."

"Mind what?" she asked, curious why he seemed to know so much about Gavin and Sharon's personal life.

He deposited the cock ring in his jeans pocket and lowered his head to hers. "This."

His mouth covered hers, and at the first touch, shivers of desire coursed throughout her body. Hard lips sought and demanded an immediate response from her.

One that she gave back eagerly. God, she was crazy, but she'd been too long without a man. As he ravished her mouth, he sent spirals of excitement rushing through her veins. A moan escaped. Unable to control her response, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Even if the man hated her, she couldn't resist his kisses.

He seemed to sense her out of control reaction. "Come on, baby, you want this just as much as I do," he murmured against her lips.

Unable to speak, she only nodded in agreement. His kisses and words were more persuasive than she cared to admit.

His lips bore down on her mouth, while his hands roamed her back, rubbing gently, but seductively. He caressed her lower back, causing her to arch in response. He pulled her closer to his hard body, making her acutely aware that he was as turned on as she.

Her body on fire, she shuddered as he stoked the flames even further when his hands dipped to her ass, curving his fingers to cup her through the fabric of her skirt. Bodies flushed against each other, she felt every hard angle of him.

Cassie moaned into his mouth. He used that opportunity to slip his tongue between her lips. His kisses grew more intense as he explored the recesses of her mouth. The heady essence of him filled her senses. She could get intoxicated just tasting him.

Through her fogged mind, Cassie became aware the back of her skirt crept upward as he inched the fabric higher and higher until his hand slipped under the hem.

The heated touch of his fingers on her bare ass shocked her. As was her custom, she wore only a teeny black thong under her skirt.

A stranger was touching her intimately.

She jerked, fully intending to pull away.

"No babe, let's finish this."

Cassie untangled her tongue and lips from his and stared at him. "No—" She couldn't let him get this close to her. She didn't know his name.

"Shh . . ." He placed his free hand onto her lower lip, stroking the delicate skin, while his other hand continued to caress her behind. "Don't ask questions. Just ride the sensation." He lowered his head and claimed her mouth again.

In the back of her mind Cassie told herself this was wrong. The only thing she knew about him was Gavin and he were somehow friends. But the heat of her pulsing body was overruling her reservations.

His finger dipped underneath the thong and into the crevice of her ass. Her legs faltered, and she sagged against him as an overwhelming sensation hit her.

Suddenly, he hoisted her higher, bracing her against the wall of the house and spreading her legs wide apart. Surprised by his actions, she reacted by wrapping her legs around his waist, forcing the heat of her desire against the bulge at his crotch.

This only made her more accessible to him, and he took full advantage. He tugged at the miniscule scrap of her cotton thong. His strong hands were not a match for the flimsy material as her panties ripped apart. She shuddered in reaction. God, she loved a man who took control during sex. Lowering her head, she nipped his neck as a rush of air hit her most sensitive area.

Now using both hands, he brazenly explored her nether regions. He dipped his hands under her ass cheeks using his fingers as to spread her apart. She shuddered when he brushed against the wetness that oozed there. He continued to explore while she bit his neck to keep from shouting out. His fingers drifted upward, until he swirled a single digit inside and found her hot button.

"Yes . . . ." She moaned as shivers racked her body.

"You like that?"

Cassie nodded and closed her eyes. She couldn't respond in either coherent thoughts or words right now. White lights of fiery sparks danced against her eyelids.

His fingers continued to stroke her heat. Wetness built, and she sensed she was about to go off like a volcano.

Without warning, two fingers thrust inside her molten center, causing her body to jerk again. He pulled out slightly, before pushing back in. He appeared bent on tormenting her until she dissolved into a quivering mass.

"Please," she panted. "Finish . . . ." Cassie gasped the words against his neck.

His chest reverberated as he chuckled. "I told you we'd finish this, babe," he replied, as his fingers continued to push in and out. He braced her against the hard surface and held her in place. His fingers pinched her clit, sending shockwaves vibrating upward into her body.

"No. Now. Need—" She groaned as she pulsed against his fingers, the sensation of need rushing at her. She tried to fight it, but it slammed into her like an out of control train.

"Don't hold back. Let it go," he cajoled her, his fingers thrusting deeper. "Come on, babe, let me take you over."

His words faded out as the first flash of an orgasm spread throughout her body. The climax hit her so hard she lost all recognition of her surroundings.

In the arms of a stranger she'd just met.

But that didn't matter now as her body quaked and the spasms rolled through her veins. She bit back a scream, collapsing her face into his shoulder. Wave after wave of pleasure tore through her.

As the shivers faded, he gently lowered her legs to the ground. Though a bit unsteady, she could stand. In the silent aftermath, she faintly became aware of her location. Outside on a patio. In a stranger's arms.

The backyard was private, but she realized if any one of the neighbors happened to glance over the fence and spot them . . .

"Oh. My. God." She dragged her skirt back down to cover herself. Her thong lay in ruins on the ground at her feet.

The man beside her had a satisfied smile on his face. "Good, wasn't it?" he asked her.

She stared at him, speechless for a moment. Good couldn't begin to describe what happened. Yet it frightened her.

She opened her mouth to respond when the ringing of a phone pealed from inside the house.

"Oh, hell," he muttered. "I need to get that. I'm expecting an important call." He started to open the door, but paused, watching her intently. "Stay there. It should only take a minute." He smiled. "We'll continue in a few moments and pick things back up." Then he disappeared inside.

The ringing stopped, and Cassie heard his deep voice talking to someone.

She gazed around the backyard. The birds chirped and the shadows of shade had begun to darken the area. She shivered slightly. June normally wasn't a very warm month, and after the rain earlier, it felt even cooler against her heated skin.

Yet the coolness acted like a bucket of cold water and made her realize she'd made a grave mistake in letting a total stranger do things to her body that she had no control over.

Cassandra Nichols was always in control of her emotions.

Reaching down, she grabbed her ruined thong and picked up the package. The cock ring was still in his pocket and no way did she plan to stick around to ask him for it back.

Not bothering to say goodbye or let him know she was leaving, she hurried across the deck and out the gate. Within seconds she started her car and shot off like a cannon into the street. A passing car honked at her when she pulled in front of a driver onto the main thoroughfare.

She had to get as far away as possible after treading dangerous water with that man, a man she didn't even have a name for. This wasn't something she normally did, nor did she ever act without conscious thoughts. He made her feel something she'd never experienced before—out of control.
And the idea scared the hell out of her.