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    Vicki’s thoughts were muddled but she couldn’t lie over Red’s lap like this forever. Even though in a sudden fantasy, a part of her wanted to.
    She started to struggle, but almost before she’d begun to shift her weight in order to get up, strong hands had lifted her bodily and placed her on her feet.
    Standing between his spread thighs, shyness engulfed her, even though she’d bared her bottom and her pussy to him and let him punish her. Her eyes skittered about, fixing on anything in the room rather than meet his piercing gaze.
    A big, warm hand settled on her ravaged bottom and she gasped and jumped in the air.
    “How does it feel?”
    At last she faced him, stunned and befuddled all over again by the shifting, demonic lights deep in his eyes.
    My God, he’s as excited as I am.
    Unable to help herself, she glanced downwards, swallowing at the sight of his erection pushing against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. Like everything about him, it seemed massive and almost oversized.
    “It—it hurts,” she breathed, at a loss for anything more eloquent. How could she think when her backside throbbed, her pussy was clenched and aching with longing, and her fingers were flexing of their own accord in readiness to reach for the magnificent cock that lay so temptingly close to them?
    If I touch him, he might punish me again.
    Her fingertips tingled with need.
    And I don’t care. Bring it on.
    But just as she began to stretch her hand forward, a shocking, totally alien sound intruded into her total concentration on Red and his penis and how it might feel both to her fingers and inside her.
    Someone was banging on the gym door.
    “Fuck!” Red growled, half frustrated, half laughing. “Caught in the act.” His face twisted in a gleeful smile of mock irritation, all white teeth and wry, sensual lips framed by the darkness of his rakish beard.
    The knocking came again, and that, combined with Red’s confident smirk, fractured the spell of what had happened between them. Suddenly he was the teasing, aggravating Red Webster again, who liked nothing better than to flirt and annoy.
    And now everything was a million times worse, because of what she’d just allowed him to do, and the fact she was standing before him, naked from the waist down.
    But as she tensed to dart away from him and grab her clothing, his strong thighs closed, clamping her between them. His arm slid around her waist, holding her even more firmly where she stood.
    “Let them wait.” His voice was low and sultry, and for a moment, Vicki flipped back into the magic world. Her body relaxed and she began to incline towards him, but then he spoke again. “You know you want to…” A note of pure masculine satisfaction and triumph jerked her back to reality again.
    “Let me go! Immediately!”
    She hated the strident, panicky sound of her voice but there was nothing she could do about it. And it seemed to work, because Red released her instantly, with a mocking, “Of course, mistress. Your wish is my command.”

    “Fuck you.” Vicki was already struggling into her panties and shorts. The expression on his face was insufferable now. Not gloating. No, that would mean she’d have to hate him, and he was cleverer than that. He was just oh so pleased with himself, his smile sexy and puckish.
    “Oh, I’d love that, really I would.”
    The way he spoke was silky and yet for a sudden instant his face wore another emotion, one she couldn’t decipher. Her own irritation faltered, and a dozen questions rose to her lips, but once again, the unknown and very impatient person outside hammered their protest.
    Red sprang to his feet, all decisiveness, and quickly glanced around the gym. “You just walk by, chin up, and head for the changing room. I’ll deal with whoever’s out there. And you don’t have to worry, I won’t say anything incriminating. You have my word.”
    “I’m not worried. Nothing happened. Do you understand me? Nothing