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  “I, uh…” she began, but her sister continued talking as though Jillian hadn’t said a thing.

  “That’s what I’d think if you started shouting out some guy’s name in the middle of sex, anyway,” Sabrina continued. “Because, let’s face it, Buster is a guy’s name. Plus it was your safe word so what was he supposed to think?”

  “We weren’t in the middle of sex,” Jillian snapped defensively. “It was more like…right at the beginning. But you know, he did say something about me going to meet another man. I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about at the time—I was so worried about getting back in time to give Buster his insulin.”

  “Well, there you go then.” Sabrina nodded wisely. “It’s a case of mistaken identity all around. He thought you were me and then he thought Buster was some other guy—probably Barry. Did you tell him about Barry?”

  “Yes, I did,” Jillian said. “But I told him it was over between us.”

  “Yeah, but probably what registered was that you had a fiancé—not necessarily that you had broken up with him.” Sabrina shrugged. “Any way you look at it, the whole thing is a big mistake.”

  Jillian groaned. “Oh God—I told him that too. I said it was a big mistake—I was talking about how he grabbed me instead of you but I never got to explain that because that’s when I started thinking about Buster.”

  “So you like this Kyle guy, huh?” Sabrina wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

  “I…” Jillian shook her head and decided to tell the truth. “Like doesn’t begin to cover it, Breeny,” she said in a low voice. “He was, well, he seemed just about perfect until he got so pissed about me wanting to leave suddenly to take care of Buster. But now that I understand what all that was about…” She sighed and looked down at her hands. “It’s too late now, though. He told me the We Kidnap U rules said he could never see me again after the ‘nap.”

  “It’s not too late.” Sabrina sat forward, her dark eyes, so much like Jillian’s own, shining. “After all, it was against the rules for him to have sex with you but he did that, right?”

  “Breeny!” Jillian could feel herself blushing but finally she nodded. “All right, we did do it. Uh, several times.”

  “Go Jilly.” Her little sister grinned irrepressibly. “Anyway, if he’s willing to break one rule, I bet he’d be willing to break another. You should call him up right now and tell him to get his ass over here.”

  “I can’t,” Jillian protested. “He still thinks I’m you. How am I supposed to explain that I lied to him almost the entire time we were together? He’ll be so mad!”

  “Mad enough to give you a little discipline?” Sabrina nudged her sharply in the ribs with a bony elbow. “In that case, maybe it would be better if you saw him in person. Do you know where he lives?”

  “No,” Jillian said thoughtfully. “But I know where he works. And I know he works late—every time I drive by there the light is on, no matter how late it is.”

  “You’ve been doing drive-bys of his work?” Sabrina gaped at her. “Jilly, that is so unlike you. If you’re that gone on his guy you have got to go to him. Come on.” She jumped up and pulled Jillian to her feet. “I have just the thing you can wear.”

  “Breeny, you and I both know that I’m not going to fit into any of your clothes,” Jillian protested, looking at her sister’s skinny ass.

  “This isn’t mine—it’s yours. Well, it’s what I got you for Christmas, and this way I don’t even have to wrap it.” Sabrina was dragging her out of the living room as she talked. “Come on! We have to get you ready.”

  “Ready for what?” Jillian asked, still dragging her feet.

  Sabrina grinned at her. “Ready for anything.”

  * * * * *

  “What do you mean she’s claiming she didn’t get the ‘nap?” Kyle demanded into his cell phone. He couldn’t believe he had stopped work for this. He had been almost finished sanding the oak tabletop and was just about to start staining it when his cell had rung with Adam’s number.

  “That’s what I’m saying. She says she didn’t get the ‘nap,” Adam said.

  “She most certainly did—I did it myself and followed her fantasy from start to finish.” Well, mostly, he amended to himself silently. There was nothing in the fantasy about screwing their brains out together for most of the night but still… “I really went the extra mile with her,” he told his little brother. “She should have been a very satisfied customer.”

  “Well, she isn’t.” Adam sounded pissed on the other end of the phone. “She’s saying she wasn’t even in town the day we’re claiming to have taken her. She’s—”

  There was a loud knocking at the door that drowned out the rest of his sentence. Kyle looked up in irritation. Who the hell could be banging on his door the night before Christmas Eve? If it was some last-minute shopper looking for a bargain he or she was going to be in for a sorry surprise. Kyle only worked on commissioned pieces and he didn’t have anything extra lying around that might make a good Christmas gift.

  “Hang on, there’s someone at the door,” he told his brother. Putting down the sander, he went to see who it was. “Look, I don’t have anything that would make a good gift for sale here so you might as well—” He stopped abruptly when he saw who was standing outside.

  “Hello, Kyle. Or should I say Master?” She stepped inside his workshop, her black fuck-me heels whispering in the sawdust. She was wearing a black trench coat that was belted at the waist, but once she got inside and shut the door behind her she opened it slowly.

  Kyle felt his mouth go dry at what he saw underneath. She was wearing a black lacy bustier that pushed up her firm, white breasts and showed the soft pink curves of her areolas, and a black garter belt connected to thigh-high sheer black hose. But no panties—there was nothing between the bottom of the bustier and the tops of her hose but a naked expanse of smooth skin. In fact, all that black lace seemed designed to showcase the area his eyes were automatically drawn to—her soft little cunt mound. Her pussy lips were swollen and wet, he couldn’t help seeing. Almost like she was ready for him, just the way she had been that first time when she’d begged him to make love to her. Suddenly he was having a hard time thinking and his jeans were too tight in the crotch.

  “I’ll talk to you later. I have to go,” he said into the phone, never taking his eyes off her. Then he slapped it closed and shoved it into his pocket. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, trying not to let his suddenly throbbing dick get in the way of his brain. “And why did you tell my brother you never got your ‘nap?”

  “I’m here to explain, Kyle.” She walked forward slowly. “And to tell you my real name. You see, I’m not Sabrina Marks. I’m Jillian Marks—Sabrina’s sister.”

  “What?” He stared at her, unbelieving. “But that can’t be. You look exactly like the picture in the file except—”

  “Except I’m plus-sized and the girl in the picture wasn’t,” she interrupted him. “Yeah, I know. Sabrina and I look exactly alike, except she got all the skinny genes in the family. It’s an honest mistake—people make it all the time.”

  “But then…” He was still staring at her, trying to comprehend what she was saying. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I wanted to—at first,” she said, looking down at the pointed toes of the fuck-me heels. “But as we got deeper and deeper into the fantasy, I realized I wanted to see where it would go. And…and I didn’t want it to end. Not if it meant leaving you when I wanted to get to know you so much.” She was biting her lush bottom lip in that way she had that made him crazy and Kyle was tempted just to tell her that all was forgiven. But he still had some questions that needed answering.

  “Okay then,” he said, crossing his arms over the plain black T-shirt he was wearing. “So why did you end it so abruptly? You shouted out that safe word like you couldn’t wait to get away.” He arched an eyebrow at her, frowning.

  “Buster is the name of my mother’s diabetic cat�