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heap on the bed. She wriggled and tried to see if she could get free and really make him work for it. He slapped her arse, the minute sting thrilling her even through the lace of her knickers.
    “Damn, that made me hot,” Garth said breathlessly. “Nothing gets the fires burning more than chasing a naked, hot woman around. You’ll be lucky if I can do justice to you, sweetheart.”
    Katherine laughed, certain that no matter what Garth ended up doing to her, it would be amazing. They were both too worked up to be left partially satisfied now. She flipped on to her back and tried to squirm free. Garth chained both her wrists in his iron grip and pressed his hot, hard body along the length of hers.
    “Enough, you wench,” he snapped. “I’m on the very edge here. If you run again it might not end as prettily as you want.”
    The whip in his tone caught her attention and she met his gaze with her own. Dark and burning, she saw he was serious.
    “Garth,” she said, her smile gone as she absorbed the fact he wasn’t joking. “It’s very difficult to rape the willing. I don’t mind some rough play, indeed if what we did together back at the park was any indication, I get off on it as much as you do. I want you to ream my arse, and I am craving to explore this darker side you’ve opened up in me. You don’t need to be afraid I’ll tease you, lead you on a merry dance then scream, point a finger and cry rape.”
    Garth studied her a minute and she willed him to see how honest she was. Satisfaction and something far more intoxicating shone in his black eyes.
    “Shortbread,” he rumbled as he nuzzled the sensitive spot at the base of her neck. Katherine shivered, delight spiking through her blood as her body heated and wept for him.
    “What?” she choked out, the word making no sense to her as a lusty haze swept through her brain.
    Garth looked around, then she saw him spot the second drawer of her bedside table open a crack, half a pantyhose leg dangling out the edge. She’d dressed in a hurry and not had time to be neat. His eyes lit up as if he had spotted a shilling on the street. He bent over her, tugged the stockings into his hand and wound them around her wrists.
    Her mouth opened silently, unable to stop him when something deep inside her craved this. He watched her with a steady gaze as he bound her wrists. Katherine weighed the risk verses the reward.
    Should she truly become desperate or fear for her life, the restraints would not stand to a dedicated assault. That gave her confidence, but she didn’t think it would matter to Garth. He wanted to hold her steady and likely give her the feeling of being tied up, restrained, not in control. That thought thrilled her, so she didn’t utter a word in argument.
    “If I get too close to a line for you, if I push you too hard, you can stop me by saying the word ‘shortbread’. You have my word on it.”
    Katherine thought for all of two seconds before nodding.
    “Okay,” she agreed. “Shortbread it is. I hope you don’t expect me to break easily, though. I’m not some tame little virgin, you know. I’m not going to whine and cry if you slap my arse a few times, or if you pound that lovely thick cock as far into my pussy as you can reach. I’m an agent, just like you, trained and tested by fire, bloodied and true. I’m not some vanilla little debutante looking for a quick thrill. You want me to beg for you? You want me to scream and plead and cry for you to stop? You’ll have to earn those pleas from me, Garth Spenser.”
    Just as she’d hoped, her words inflamed him, she could see his reaction as she verbalised her own wicked fantasies and likely hit more than a few of his own hot spots as well, if his rapid breathing was any indication.
    Bloody hell, just looking at him made her wet. Here, in her bed kneeling above her was the bad boy of her dreams and most sensual, secret fantasies. Garth was a man she knew who could match her pace and not break.