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body shoot into overdrive.
    “Damn, Inky, you and I have wasted a lot of time,” he said afterward.
    “I don’t get to come tonight, do I?” she said, her gaze on his now flaccid cock.
    “Do you know why?”
    “Yes.” She nodded. “Next time I’ll ask before I try to take you in my mouth.”
    “What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine,” he said. He stroked her hair again. “Go and get a warm towel to clean me up. When I’m gone, you wash up and go to bed. In the morning, call the plumbers to finish the bathroom downstairs.”
    “Yes, Sir Logan.”
    Damn, she had missed this, the feel of a man’s hands on her body, and the orders and demands. She’d never fought the fact she was submissive. In fact, she’d always savored her desires. Hopefully she’d found someone to play with on a regular basis, who wouldn’t turn out to be a jerk. After she’d cleaned him up, she sat down on the floor at his feet. He stroked her hair for a few moments.
    “Tomorrow,” he finally said, “I want you to make a list of items you think need to be in a dungeon, things you think we’ll enjoy using. I’ll come by soon, and we’ll go over it.”
    “Yes, Sir.” When he stood, she wanted to cry out for him to stay.
    “Don’t forget to hide the machine before you let the plumbers into the basement,” he said mischievously. “That would really give them something to talk about at the coffee shop.”

Chapter Three
    Evelyn slept fitfully. It was hard to obey Logan’s command that she couldn’t climax, but she was determined to be good. But being aroused and denied, meant it was hard to get to sleep. By the time she did finally doze off, she was dreaming about him whipping her ass with a riding crop until she begged for mercy.
    After she got up, showered, and called the plumber to tell him she was coming by his shop, she was almost a half hour late leaving the house. Then she’d had to go back to the house to hide the fucking machine, which she’d left out in plain sight. Once in town, she’d gone by Sparky’s to give them a key to the house. They’d discussed what she wanted—a big shower in the corner that she’d once reserved for a hot tub.
    When she’d told Sparky the job was for Logan Hendricks, he’d grinned from ear to ear. She knew that, before she got to the office, half the town would know she and the police lieutenant were, as some of them would put it, doing the mattress mambo.
    She stopped at the coffee shop, going through the drive-through so she didn’t have to face the customers inside. When she had drinks for herself and Marsha, she hurried to the office.
    Once inside she put a cup on Marsha’s desk before she crossed to her own. She sat down and muttered a greeting. When she didn’t get one in return, she looked at Marsha.
    “What?” Evelyn said.
    “I have to hear from my neighbor that you’re screwing Logan Hendricks?” Marsha lifted her hands in the air. “I thought we were friends.”
    “Are you kidding me? That was fast, even for Sparky.”
    “Sparky?” Marsha shook her head. “I heard it from Tyler Watson and his wife. He was driving to the lake last night when he saw Logan’s car turn onto your road, and it’s called your road because it’s the only house up that way. He called his wife to report the gossip. Tyler later reported to his wife that, when he came back in town, Logan’s truck wasn’t in his driveway. We all know he parks his motorcycles in his garage. Everyone assumes he spent the night at your house. Why did I have to hear it through the grapevine?”
    Right now, Evelyn longed for the anonymity of Denver, where you could live next to someone and not know their name. Here in the town of twenty thousand people, everyone knew everyone, and everyone’s business too.
    “I can’t believe you’re gossiping about me,” Evelyn countered.
    “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” Marsha repeated.
    They stared at each other. It was Marsha who finally