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  “Look, I’m sorry you’re having a hard time finding the time to run your kidnap-and-kinks-for-hire business but I’m not going to cover your ass. Not this time.” Kyle frowned. Grabbing a strange woman off the street, blindfolding and handcuffing her, and taking her back to his place for rough treatment wasn’t his idea of a good time. Well, not unless she really wanted it and they had discussed it beforehand and were in that kind of relationship, he admitted to himself. In that case, it might be pretty hot. But doing any of what Adam did on a regular basis to a total stranger held no appeal for Kyle at all. He wanted to at least know his sub a little before playing a scene with her.

  Adam rolled his eyes. “Give me a break with that holier-than-thou shit, man. Like you never did anything kinky between the sheets. I remember back in college when you were dating that girl, Sheila, you told me how she was into handcuffs and whipped cream and—”

  “And that was a long time ago,” Kyle interrupted him, frowning. “And I haven’t had a permanent sub since. Not that it’s any of your goddamn business.”

  “But that doesn’t mean you haven’t had lots of temporary subs. I know you hit the clubs on a regular basis. And you haven’t had a permanent sub because you haven’t found another woman who was into the lifestyle who you wanted to be with,” his little brother pointed out, ignoring Kyle’s not-so-subtle hint to butt out of his personal business. “Hell, you’re wired the same way I am—you know you love it. I just wonder why you didn’t hang on to Sheila.”

  “It just didn’t work out.” Kyle rubbed a hand over the dark goatee and mustache that framed his mouth. “Sheila was…kind of crazy. She wanted to take it outside the bedroom and the clubs. Wanted to get one of those spiked collars to wear all around town and call me ‘Master Kyle’ in public and tattoo my name on her…on her…” He gestured helplessly with the manila folder. “Anyway, she just wanted too much. She was too into it—too submissive. I’m not up for the 24/7 thing you seem to like so much. Which is why you own the kinky kidnap and bondage franchise and I am a master craftsman.”

  “You’re a carpenter,” Adam said, raising one blond eyebrow at him. His hair was several shades lighter than Kyle’s, who had coppery brown hair and brown eyes to go with his powerful build. Both brothers were big enough to turn heads anyplace they went, although Kyle was slightly taller and definitely the more brooding of the two.

  “I like to work with my hands,” Kyle defended himself.

  “So do I.” Adam wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “And you may be a carpenter on the outside but you’re a Dom at heart and you’ve got a freak streak a mile wide. Don’t try to deny it, Kyle. You’re not even seeing anyone right now—you oughta be begging me to work some of my ‘naps. You know, the other week this chick wanted me to strip her naked and lick peanut butter off her thighs. How hot is that?”

  “Not hot enough to tempt me.” Kyle sighed and ran a hand through his short brown hair. “Look, Adam, I don’t think you get it. Just because I have…those urges, doesn’t mean I want to act on them with just anybody. That kind of thing has to be mutual—consensual.”

  “It is consensual. They sign a freaking airtight contract.” Adam tapped the folder in Kyle’s hand for emphasis. “Everything I do, they asked for ahead of time. And you wouldn’t believe some of the things these chicks want me to do.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of. Here.” Kyle tried to shove the file back into his brother’s hands but Adam refused to take it back.

  Adam made a face. “I can’t believe you’re trying to turn this down. C’mon—just look at this chick. She’s just your type. Look at her picture if you don’t believe me.”

  “What do you mean ‘my type’?” Kyle frowned but reluctantly opened the folder. Staring up at him from a glossy eight-by-ten was a young woman with long, almost black hair and dark eyes. She had a slight smile playing around the corners of her full lips and a pale roseleaf complexion which would show a blush easily. She was a little thin for his taste—well, all right, a lot thin to be honest, but other than that, Adam was right—she was exactly the kind of woman Kyle was attracted to.

  He admired her picture, wondering what she would look like naked with all that pale, smooth skin exposed. With a complexion like that, the soft round globes of her ass would go from pink to red in a hot minute with a hard spanking. He could almost see her writhing and crying on his lap, squirming against his stiff cock each and every time his palm connected with her bottom as she begged to be free even though both of them knew she really wanted him to spank her harder, to take her higher, to make her come…

  Adam had been waiting quietly while Kyle perused the picture but finally he cleared his throat impatiently. Kyle dragged his eyes away from the dark-haired girl and looked up to see his brother smirking.

  “See what I mean, man? She’s got ‘made for Kyle’ stamped all over her.”

  “Is…” Kyle cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably. “Is she attached? In a relationship?”

  Adam’s blue eyes sharpened at once. “Look, Kyle, this is not about a long-term commitment. In this business we have only three rules—no actual penetration sex, respect the safe word, and never, ever date the client. She’s coming to us for a no-strings-attached erotic experience and she doesn’t need some lovesick bastard stalking her after her personal ‘nap is over.”

  “Get over yourself with your fucking rules,” Kyle growled, glowering at his brother. “I would never fuck a sub—it’s not about that. And I didn’t ask because I wanted a relationship with this girl, this…”

  “Sabrina Marks,” Adam supplied promptly.

  “Whatever.” Kyle slapped the manila folder closed. “The point is, I’m actually considering doing this for you, as crazy as it is, but I want to be sure I’m not screwing up her life in the process. If she’s got another man, I’m not into it. Understand?”

  Adam shrugged. “Sure, whatever. But no, her profile says she’s single.” He grinned. “She sounds like a real adventurous girl too. You should read what she wants you to do to her.”

  “You mean, what she wants to have done to her,” Kyle corrected.

  Adam grinned. “No, man, what she wants you to do to her. Because you’re gonna do this, aren’t you? I can feel it. You want this girl. It’s been a long time and you’re hungry. Hungry for someone else who wants to play the game. Can’t you just see her, naked, down on her knees, begging for some correction? Begging you to discipline her and make her a good girl?”

  “Stop it.” Kyle’s voice was harsh. He had the sudden impulse to shove the manila folder back at his brother and walk out of the damn swanky office that was located in affluent South Tampa. He would get in his truck and go back to his workshop in the unfashionable NoHo district and take out his frustrations on his latest project—a huge hard oak dining room table he was currently making. Whenever he was upset or conflicted, the smell of fresh wood and the feel of tools in his hands could calm him, could still those dark impulses he had worked so hard to suppress. The same impulses his little brother reveled in. Hell, Adam fucking made a living on them, Kyle admitted to himself ruefully.

  He sighed and flipped open the folder again to see the girl staring up at him. God, he had to admit that even if she was way too skinny, she really was beautiful. It was the pale skin and the dark hair and eyes that got him every time. His own skin tone was a natural tan and he loved the idea of seeing his dark hand against her white flesh.

  He frowned. Damn Adam for putting this under his nose just when he was feeling weak. His brother was right—he wanted to do this. He hadn’t been hitting the clubs lately, maybe because playing a scene with someone he had no real emotional attachment with wasn’t as appealing as it had once been. He did date other women, but none of them were into the lifestyle and straight vanilla sex just didn’t satisfy him.

  Not that playing a scene ended in sex—it didn’t, as far as Kyle was concerned. When he went to a club he was looking for a straight D/s relationship and