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Elf.
     
    Until tonight, Kate. Don’t forget. Turn the balls on for five minutes every hour. And don’t take them out.
     
    Kate didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. They both knew she was his to command. At least, for nine more days.
     
    ***
     
    Brock changed his shirt three times as he cursed himself for not getting a haircut that week. It was eight thirty and he was a wreck. He faced himself in the mirror.
    Calm the fuck down.
    He needed to get his ass over to Grady’s before Kate arrived. He’d sent her to a bar he knew would be full of tattooed, drunk rednecks. If all went as planned, he would be an island of familiarity in an ocean of otherwise scary choices, and she would beeline it to him.
    He didn’t want it to seem like he was expecting her, nor did he want to look like he didn’t belong there. He needed just the right outfit. He changed back into a light-blue button-down cotton shirt and jeans.
    He sped over to Grady’s and rushed to order a beer as soon as he arrived. He’d barely planted himself on a stool at the bar when Kate walked in. A silence fell over the normally rowdy crowd as all turned to look at her.
    She stood transfixed at the door with her eyes opened wide, looking like she was about to bolt. She scanned the crowd quickly, passing over Brock. Then her head snapped back around as she recognized him.
    He raised his beer to her.
    A relieved smile spread across her face, and she stepped into the bar. As she walked toward him, a delightful pink lit her cheeks, and Brock wanted to haul her out of there and into his bed. His cock throbbed with the same desire.
    She stood beside Brock’s chair and looked up at him so shyly he almost felt guilty for being the reason she was there. “Hi,” she said softly.
    “Hi, Kate. You look amazing.”
    She blushed and looked away. “Thanks. Do you mind if I . . . I mean . . . if you’re with someone I don’t want to . . .”
    Brock pulled an extra stool over. “Have a seat. I’m here alone.” She sat on the stool carefully, and Brock hid a smile. She still has them in. Good.
    “Me, too,” she said simply, clasping her hands in her lap.
    “Want a beer?”
    “I don’t drink beer. I’ll take a white wine, though.”
    Brock ordered it for her, and she sipped it quietly beside him. To make sure there was no misunderstanding, Brock said, “I’m not dating anyone, Kate.”
    She smiled as she took another sip of wine but didn’t meet his eyes. “I’m not either.”
    Loud country music started playing in the background. Brock moved closer so she could hear him. “Do you want to dance?”
    “Here?” She looked around in surprise. “No one is dancing.”
    “Someone has to start,” he said as if he’d done it before. He took her hand and led her to an area of the bar that was more open. He would have pulled her closer, but he didn’t think she was ready for his raging hard-on. Not yet.
    As they moved together with the music, he watched her face. She was flushed, and her eyes shone with an excitement he wasn’t sure had to do with him or with the movement of those balls inside her. He wondered if she was as wet as he was hard. God, I could fuck her right here, right now. And not care who’s watching.
    She looked up and met his eyes. “I thought your eyes were green, but now they look blue.”
    “They’re somewhere in between,” he said, hoping he didn’t come right there while explaining his eye color to her. “They tend to look the color of the shirt I wear.”
    “They’re beautiful,” she said, then blushed again and looked away.
    “Why thank you, Kate.” He strove for a casual tone. “It’s nice to get a compliment now and then.”
    She peered back up at him from beneath her long lashes. “You must get them often. You’re a good-looking man.”
    He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Kate Hale, what has gotten into you tonight?”
    She pulled back, eyes wide, and stopped dancing for a moment. “What did you say?”
    He