“Do we really have to go to the sex shop?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.
“That depends. You got any whips and chains at home? And if you do, I will definitely have to change my opinion about what Agent Rhea Stevenson does on her days off.”
Rhea groaned. “The only chain I have is the small gold one around my neck, and as for whips…Do half-empty containers of Cool Whip count?”
“It does for what I have in mind.”
She let out a tired breath. “Does everything I say to you have to do with sex?”
“Since you’re supposed to dominate me, baby, yeah.”
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Ace watched her stony face while she wove her way through traffic in a much more sedate way than he would have.
Rhea was a hot woman with a cool exterior that he’d wanted to melt for quite some time. But then business and pleasure didn’t mix well. He knew that better than anyone and yet he couldn’t help wondering what the petite brunette would taste like.
What those lean, supple limbs would feel like wrapped around his.
She was beautiful. Not so much in her looks, but in the way she could make himfeel better by doing nothing more than smiling at him. She was extremely quiet and seldom said much even when her phone rang.
While in the CIA, she was supposed to have been one of their best field agents.
But in the last three years since BAD had come together, she hadn’t taken many field assignments. Most of her work was done online, making Ace wonder what she’d be like undercover.
In more ways than one.
He’d always had a theory that silent, quiet women were much more uninhibited in bed. But since he hadn’t known that many who were quiet, he’d never been able to test his theory.
She glanced over at him. “What are you thinking?”
Ace fell back into his standard male reply.“Nothing.”
“Nothing?Then why do you look like the cat eyeballing the canary?”
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He gave a wicked grin at that. “Okay, so I was thinking of you dressed in black leather, wielding a whip over my naked ass.”
She didn’t look at him as she made a left turn. “I think I like ‘nothing’ better.”
“Excuse me?” he asked, stunned and excited at her words. “You really want to whip my naked ass?”
“No!” she snapped sharply. “I said I like ‘nothing’ better, not I’d likenothing better. Oh, jeez, Ace, grow up!”
He continued to smile at her, which was something he didn’t do around many people. There was just something about her that attracted him against all common sense or reason.
Not even he fully understood his incessant need to tease her. Other than the fact that he thoroughly enjoyed her snappy comebacks and the way those brown eyes would flash at him whenever he made her angry. It was almost as sexy as foreplay.
Almost.
“I figured you would, which is why I said ‘nothing’ to begin with.”
She slid a censoring look to him. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”
“You?I’m the practice slave. I think if anyone should be embarrassed, it should be me.”
Rhea glanced at him as she pulled into the parking lot of the large blue building covered intripleX ’s that had no windows whatsoever. “Look, Ace, it’s your home away from home.”
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Rhea stood in the doorway of the adult novelty store as total horror engulfed her. She’d never seen anything like this in her entire life. Cages were set up in the corners with mannequins dressed and chained in the most sexually graphic manner imaginable. Did people really use this stuff?
She paused next to a display of penis-shaped suckers and scowled at them.
“What’s wrong?” Ace asked as he brushed past her into the store.
It was all she could do not to gape. “Where do I begin?”
He shrugged nonchalantly as if missing her point. “Well, we could begin with one of the swings over there.”
Rhea couldn’t help gaping now as he pointed to something that looked as if it had come from the planet Porno. The large, black contraption held a spread-eagled female mannequin completely subdued and gagged.
Yeah…
Unwilling to let him know she was bothered byit, she quickly recovered her facial expression and paused at the display of leather blindfolds and masks that were covered in spikes.
“Can I help you?”
Rhea actually jumped at the sound of the shaky female voice behind her. She turned to see an elderly woman with white hair and black-rimmed glasses staring at her. Jeez, it was someone’s grandma! She even had the black SAS shoes and a white dress with little, dark blue flowers that matched her dark blue sweater. She looked kind and frail.
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Why on earth would she be here working as a porn store clerk?