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into a haphazard ponytail with
it. “I-it’s all right.”
    “Holy hell, you look gorgeous with your hair up.” But he
shook his head, backed away, readjusted the jeans across his crotch and raked a
hand over the rich-brown hair sleeked back across the crown of his head. “Look,
I should leave before I corrupt you beyond repair. We’ll try this another
time.”
    “Does it show that easily?” she blurted.
    His eyebrows came together. “Does what show?”
    “My inexperience with…corruption.” Butterflies fluttered in
her belly. Had she really said that?
    “I’m not sure.” Diego’s gaze didn’t waver. It bore into her
as if a vampire’s trance held her under its spell. His voice seduced her by its
tone of sexual fire and the intimate question he posed to her. “ Do you
have experience with kinkiness?”
    Only in pictures. “I… No.” She sighed, relieved she’d
admitted her embarrassing issue.
    He strode closer, framed her face in his warm hands and
winked. “Would you like an expert tutor? I would love to take on the job.”
    The only sound in the room was her heavy breathing. She
stared into his eyes, so dark, so mesmerizing, and pondered her answer.
    Her panties were a clear reminder of what she’d missed out
on. She’d wanted him—hell, just a quickie would have done the trick. But if it
hadn’t been for him feeling the need to stop and apologize, she’d probably
already be tainted. Oh yeah, she’d have that huge erection buried between her
legs at this very moment.
    “I…”
    Almost as if he didn’t want to hear her answer, he ducked
his head and pressed his lips to hers again. It reignited the embers and sent
sparks zipping through her bloodstream. His lips were soft and moist, and she
could almost taste his need for her. His apparent intent was to coax her right
into bed. But what more did he allude to in asking her if she had experience?
    Her mind rewound to the pictures again. The photo shoot had
mimicked some of the content in articles and pictures in kinky magazines. It
amazed her that people did those things in their private lives. In fact, it
fascinated Britt way more than she’d let on to Lexi. She’d never have admitted
it to her best friend, but after the shoot, her G-string had been soaked and
her labia and clit swollen with an unbearable desire for uninhibited, wild sex.
    She’d had to go home in the wee hours of that morning and masturbate
the pent-up energy out of her system just so she could get to sleep.
    It had turned her on, all that naughty posing, a shoot far
different from her daily routine. She’d pretended she really was being tied up,
spanked, blindfolded, ravished by sex toys, by a man such as Diego controlling
her. Getting kinky—whatever Diego’s version of that implied—and relinquishing
control to a man like him was fast becoming a secret fantasy. But did she dare
reveal it? Maybe his form of corruption was nothing more than a few dirty words
uttered during sex.
    Um. No. She didn’t think so. The man was intense and
cryptic, a bad boy through and through. But did she want to see just how bad?
    Diego drew back, severing the electricity of the kiss. He
tipped her chin up and forced her to look into his tortured gaze. His eyes were
glazed with restrained lust. They were the only thing about him, she realized,
that ever gave away his true emotions.
    “Come home with me. Forget the rally. I’ll feed you
breakfast in bed. And then I’ll begin with those kinky lessons.”
    She swallowed, the brand of his hand on her chin so hot, so
commanding it almost hurt. Breakfast in bed. His bed. She tried to picture it.
What sort of depravity would those lessons include? Tying her up the way Lexi
had? Spanking her? Delicious curiosity and the need to break from a shell she
hadn’t understood she’d been huddling in prior to meeting him had her heart
racing with temptation.
    “Britt?”
    God she loved the sound of her name edged by that hoarse
voice.