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“No, this is good.”
She moaned.
God, she needed to come
desperately.
How could she have gone from never having an orgasm to this?

He laughed.
“Oh, I know it is.
That’s my point.”

To her immense disappointment, he picked her up from his lap
and deposited her onto the couch.
He ran his hands through his hair before
standing to face her.
He studied her, looking her up and down as though she
were a horse up for auction.
“I was going to save this for later, but you’ve
given me no choice.”

In confusion, she watched as he dug into his pocket and
pulled out a small black box.
He held it out to her.

She blinked at what looked like a jeweler’s box, her heart
gave one hard thump before sanity prevailed.
They’d been together one night, he
wasn’t giving her jewelry.
“What is it?”

“Open it.”

Curiosity mixed with apprehension as she flipped the top
open.
Two silver balls lay nestled inside.
She frowned.
“What are these?”

His dark eyes drank her in.
“Put them in.”

“What?”

“Put them in your pussy.”
He made the proclamation as though
it should be obvious.

“Why?
What are they?”
She couldn’t fathom what purpose they
could possibly serve.

His jaw clenched and he crossed his strong forearms over his
broad chest.
“Don’t ask questions.
Just do what you’re told.”

Desire sparked along her nerve endings.
Maybe it was wrong,
but when he talked like that it drove her mad with lust.
While being ordered
around wasn’t exactly feminist, she couldn’t deny it was a total turn on.
He
kept using that word—submissive—she wasn’t sure she liked it, or believed it,
but right now she wasn’t going to think about it.

Right now she was going to do what she was told.

She picked them up and held the cool metal in the palm of
her hand.

“One at a time.”

She rolled one smooth ball in between her thumb and
forefinger and it jingled.
What could they possibly do?
Without taking her gaze
off him, she inserted first one then the other.
The flash of heat in his
expression told her she was missing something key, but she couldn’t fathom
what.

He crooked his finger.
“Stand up and come here.”

Worried they’d fall out, she slid off the couch with utter
care.
Nothing happened.
She wasn’t sure what they were supposed to do, but
Lukas had obviously gotten some duds.

Confident, she took two steps.
Deep inside, the balls
clanged and a spear of pleasure shot through her as they knocked against the
G-spot Lukas had gotten her in touch with last night.
She jerked, eyes going
wide, she stilled.

Finally she understood their diabolical purpose.
And exactly
how he intended to torment her.

“Closer,” he commanded.

She gritted her teeth and took another cautious step.
They
clanged again, and she grabbed on to his arm for support.
“Oh god!”

He chuckled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through
her, creating just as much havoc as the balls nestled within.
He ran his finger
along her jaw, tilting her chin up.
“Time to go.”

* * * * *

Lukas watched Abby from across the room as she talked to
Anne, a wife of one the guys from the station.
Her nipples were puckered into
hard little points under her top, a continual reminder of her state of arousal.
The desire to run his fingers along her sure-to-be-slippery pussy gnawed at
him.
He squashed it down, wanting to drag out this torture for as long as
possible.

Despite her innocence, she was by far the best sex he’d ever
had.
There was something addictive about her.
Hell, she’d managed to teach him
a few things.

Last night, in between marathon sessions, they’d talked
about everything under the sun from their families to politics.
Lukas couldn’t
remember having a better time both in and out of bed.
In twenty-four hours,
what he’d thought of her before was a distant memory.
He’d clearly been a fool
to miss the blatant sexuality lurking behind all those conservative clothes and
he certainly intended to make amends.

And it wasn’t about the sex, he liked her too.
She was
funny, smart and adventurous.
What more could he ask for in a woman?

As if sensing his gaze, she turned and shook her head,
raising her eyes to the heavens.
As he’d intended, the Ben Wa Balls were
driving her crazy.
This little game he had going on was not only fun but sexy as
hell.
He’d never put this much thought or effort into tormenting a woman
sexually before, and damn was it worth it.

He cocked one brow at her while raising his beer to his lips
and taking a long drink, his gaze locked on hers.
Abby flushed a pretty pink,
her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Even across the room, the chemistry
between them sparked and threatened to burst into flames.

All of a sudden, her head snapped back to Anne, who must
have said something to her, and the spell broke.
He expelled a long breath and
wondered what he was going to do with her.
She was like an itch that burrowed
deeper and deeper under his skin.

“What’s up?”

Lukas shifted his gaze to his friend Trevor, who watched him
with amusement.
Shit.
He hadn’t even noticed his approach.
Lukas shook his
head.
“Not much.”

Trevor pointed his beer bottle in Abby’s direction.
“Sweet
little thing.”

“Yeah, she is.”

“Where’d you find her?
She doesn’t seem like your normal
type.”

Lukas took in her lean legs, his mouth practically
salivating as he thought of what must be going on under her short skirt.
“She’s
my neighbor.”

Trevor chuckled and watched her with interest.
“My neighbor
is an eighty-year-old man with no teeth.”
He gave Abby a long, slow
appreciative once-over.
“You’re more fortunate.”

Lukas’ muscles tensed fractionally and he frowned.

Trevor had a healthy appreciation for all women and
attracted plenty of attention with his Nordic good looks.
The way he watched
Abby—as if the Big Bad Wolf had come to eat Little Red Riding Hood—made Lukas
want to punch him.
An unreasonable and unfamiliar response he didn’t want to
think too much about.
Lukas took a long draw off his beer bottle, shrugging one
shoulder.

“I met these incredibly hot twins last night.
Redheads—natural redheads,” Trevor said, causally.
“What do you say?
I
guarantee a good time.”

Lukas’ gaze slid to Abby.
“Maybe some other time.”

Trevor groaned.
“Please don’t tell me you’ve caught
monogamy.”

No, that couldn’t be it.
He just didn’t want anyone else.
He
shrugged.
“Just not interested.”

Abby looked over at him again and narrowed her eyes into
thin slits.
He laughed and crooked his finger at her.
Why go out with redheaded
twins when he could have her?

She shook her head.

He gave her a sharp nod.

She glanced around, appearing to gauge the distance between
them.
Chin titling up in that stubborn determination he’d come to recognize
meant good things for him, she began walking slowly toward him.

He couldn’t contain a grin when she came to a dead stop and
closed her eyes for a second.
The balls must have clanged together against her
G-spot.

Damn, this had been a good idea.

She opened her lids, took a deep intake of air and began
again.

Finally she stood next to him and he peered down at her
flushed, perturbed face.
He snaked an arm around her waist.
“How you doin’
there, Abby?”

Brown eyes glared up at him, but she couldn’t quite hide the
flash of heat.
“I hate you.”

Amused at her response, he couldn’t contain a chuckle.
“Don’t say that.
Aren’t you having a good time?”

Trevor raised one blond brow and laughed.
“A woman who
doesn’t fall at Lukas Marlow’s feet?
I like you already.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted up at Lukas
before shifting her attention to Trevor.
“Hi, I’m Abby, Lukas’…neighbor.”

Trevor nodded and extended his hand, his blue eyes running
leisurely over Abby.
“Trevor.”

She shook his outstretched hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet
you.
Do you and Lukas work together?”

Trevor nodded, holding on to her fingers a fraction longer
than Lukas thought appropriate.
He frowned.
Jesus, he sounded like his mother.

“And what do you do, sweet Abby?
Besides being neighborly?”

A slight flush stained her cheeks.
“I’m an accountant.”

Trevor raised a brow then tossed a surprised glance at
Lukas.
“Not the first profession I would have guessed.”

Something akin to confusion passed over her face, and Lukas
once again wondered about her self-perception.
He couldn’t figure out how a
woman with this much unrestrained passion could be so convinced she was dull.

“Not the most exciting career, but it pays the mortgage.”
She shrugged.
Unlike other women, she didn’t probe further in hopes of
eliciting compliments.

“So how long have you two been neighbors?”

Lukas interjected, “Since I moved in.”

“And you’re just neighbors?”
Trevor asked, taking a sip of
his beer.

“Of course,” Abby said quickly, a flush staining her cheeks.

Lukas’ gaze narrowed.

“In that case,” Trevor said with a grin, “I’m sure you won’t
mind if I take Abby onto the dance floor.”

“I mind,” Lukas snarled.
The statement much more intense
than he’d intended.
He tightened his grasp around her waist.
A fierce stab of
possessiveness knifed him in the gut.
He frowned at the unfamiliar feeling.
How
many women had he tag-teamed with Trevor over the years?
Enough to know it
shouldn’t matter if Trevor danced with her.

But the thing was, it did matter.
And Trevor wouldn’t lay
one finger on her.

Trevor chuckled.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Abby blinked up at Lukas and he leaned down to whispered in
her ear, “I’m not sharing this hot little body with anyone.”
She swayed a bit
in his arms and he gripped her, pressing his aching cock against her stomach.
“I don’t think I can wait much longer for you.”

Her breathing kicked up and she went up onto tiptoes to get
closer, resting her hands on his shoulders.
“Please…”

The soft, pleading tone in her voice made his chest tighten.
He buried his nose in the curve of her neck, inhaling her sweet and spicy scent
he still couldn’t identify but was addicted to.
“Please what?”

“Fuck me,” she whispered into his ear, the request
tentative.

His whole body vibrated with the need to mark her as his.
His fingers skimmed along the base of her spine.
“Are you still wet for me?”

She nodded, her soft brown hair tickling his cheek.

“Then come with me.”
He pulled away and shifted his
attention to Trevor’s knowing grin.
“We’ll see you later.”

Trevor laughed.
“You always did have the devil’s luck.”
He
nodded at Abby.
“Nice to meet you.”

Not giving her a chance to respond, he pulled Abby through
the crowd, walking slow enough so she wouldn’t drop the balls but with enough
purpose that no one approached him.

Blood pounded through his veins as he led her outside, in
between two buildings and down a dark, private walkway.
When they were far
enough away from the people loitering in front of the bar, he pushed her up
against the wall and slanted his mouth over hers.
In an instant, she groaned
and flung her arms around him.
Throwing everything she had into the kiss in
that uniquely Abby way.