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right?”
    “You can’t be mad about something you were already aware of, and you knew what we liked, what we’d later expect.”
    “Why do you think you need this?”
    “It’s complicated.”
    “No, it really isn’t,” she said flippantly. After they stared at one another for God only knew how long, she said, “All right. Here’s the deal. I’ll whip and spank you on Mondays. You can fuck me from behind on Tuesdays. I’ll wear a strap-on the rest of the time but on Sundays? Straight sex. No exceptions.”
    “Do what?” he asked, arching a brow.
    She grinned, her eyelashes batting a mile a minute.
    “Don’t do that please,” Kemper said, his stomach churning. He saw where this was going, and he damn sure didn’t like it. “You always do that when you think you’re putting me in my place.”
    “Kemper,” she said, sighing, “I told you when I moved here. I’m no man’s bitch. But, honey, if you want to be my little whore, I’ll spank that ass and slap your cock plumb silly.”

    * * * *

    “What’s wrong with you?” Kit asked, entering the dining room later that evening.
    “Nothing,” Kemper replied, glaring at the clock on the wall.
    “You look like you lost your inflatable doll or something.”
    “I may have,” Kemper admitted.
    “Trouble in paradise already?” Kit asked. “And here I thought the two of you would be headed for the altar by now.”
    “She wants to spank me.”
    “Hmm,” Kit said, pouring a glass of water. He took a sip, but the drink quickly turned into a gulp as he drained the glass and returned to the pitcher. “You’re not thinking about that, are you?”
    “Are you kidding me?”
    “Well, are you?”
    “Hell no.”
    “Good, because you know…Holly ain’t right upstairs,” Kit informed him, pointing to his forehead.
    “You thought she had plenty of brains until you heard she may have used her body, not to mention her talents, to earn a living.”
    “I can’t have her mothering my children until she shares her past and opens up to me like a true sub should,” Kit said, returning the pitcher to the buffet.
    About that time, Kemper heard Holly clear her throat from the doorway. He closed his eyes and held his breath. Oh God, the forthcoming confrontation wouldn’t be pretty.
    Holly marched over to Kit, reached for the crystal pitcher, and dumped the entire contents over his head. Then she said, “For the record, I’m not your submissive.” She held her head high and pointed to her neck. “If you’ll notice, there isn’t a collar here.”
    “There should be,” Kit grumbled, using his sleeve to wipe his eyes.
    Holly waved her finger in front of him. “In case you’re wondering. I’m not a slut. As you know, the word implies a woman fucks for free and gives head for pleasure.”
    “I never said—”
    “Excuse me,” she interrupted him. “I have the floor.” She shot him a fake smile. “A whore, on the other hand, screws and sucks for a negotiated fee. Mine, as you might imagine, was very high. Only those men with a hefty bankroll took a flip across my bed if you know what I mean.”
    “I’m sure,” Kit said, snatching a cloth napkin from a placemat.
    Kemper was actually impressed. Somehow his brother managed to keep his hands from attaching to Holly’s neck. Then again, it took him a minute to blink away the ice chips dangling from his eyelashes. Poor guy may have gone into shock.
    “As for mothering your children, I wouldn’t give you a son or a daughter if you paid me.” She ran her hands over her phenomenal curves, careful to drag her fingers across every inch. “I can’t mess up what I’ve spent years perfecting.”
    “Really?”
    “It’s a fact.”
    Kemper didn’t miss the way Holly trembled as she argued her reasons for avoiding pregnancy. She wasn’t telling them the whole truth. She was furious and perhaps wanted to kick Kit where he’d feel it most—right below the belt and smack dab in the center of his