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  If Corrina were really perfect, she’d stay there until he told her what to do next. Simone had never managed that. She’d have either burst into giggles or been rolling her eyes by now. She was impressed.

  “I’m going to get out of here,” she said. “You two need some private time.”

  “Wait,” Aidan said, still looking at Corrina, though his hand snaked out to grab Simone’s wrist with unerring accuracy. “Babe, stay. Where do you have to go? Home? Alone? What fun is that?”

  She laughed, though it stuttered a little at the grip of his fingers on her wrist. “Just because I like to watch, doesn’t mean I need to see this.”

  “It’s been a long time since we played.” Finally, Aidan looked at her. Corrina, in front of him, still held her position with the clamps on her palm. He gave Simone a smile that not even so long ago would’ve charmed her into staying. “Stay.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Because of him? Corrina. Put the clamps on and go stand by the chair.” To Simone, Aidan said, “I thought you weren’t serious or dating.”

  “I’m … we’re not. But that doesn’t mean I want to just randomly join your party, Aidan. Jeeze.” Simone watched Corrina slip out of her bra and put on the clips. They pinched her tender flesh, engorging the nipples. Simone swallowed hard, but looked back at Aidan. “I’m going to go. Thanks for dinner. We’ll get together soon, okay?”

  “Wait,” Aidan said before she could get to the front door. “Simone, wait a minute.”

  She turned and he leaned in, close. He smelled good, though the cologne was new. He took her by the upper arms, pinching a little, but though she liked pain, she didn’t like that. She pushed him away firmly until he let her go.

  “She’s right,” he said quietly, obviously trying not to let Corrina overhear.

  Simone didn’t bother to keep her voice down. This whole evening was turning weird. Love and friendship, even like what she and Aidan shared, could only go so far. “About what?”

  “I am afraid to break her.”

  Simone paused, looking over her shoulder at Corrina, who stood facing away from them, her hands on the back of the chair. “She’s good for you. I can already see that.”

  “She’s perfectly submissive. Takes direction. Genuinely wants to please me, but isn’t weak.” Aidan paused to pull Simone a little closer again, and this time, she let him. “You know I don’t want someone who just rolls over and shows her belly.”

  Simone had a flashback to the feeling of his hands on her. She’d never been much into the toys and props. Bare flesh on flesh had turned her on more than anything else, though the way those clamps had pinched Corrina’s nipples wouldn’t leave her mind.

  “She wants to take whatever I ask of her, Simone, but…”

  Simone crossed to the other woman and looked her in the face. “Corrina. You like pain?”

  Corrina hesitated, then nodded. Her face had gone very red. Her engorged nipples, a lovely shade of the same. She was breathing pretty fast.

  “You don’t love it.”

  Corrina blinked, then lowered her eyes. “I love what pleases Aidan.”

  “And he likes to give pain.” Among other things. Simone glanced at him, the adorable perv, grinning already with his tongue half hanging out. She rolled her eyes at him again and turned back to Corrina. “So you want to be able to take it.”

  “Yes. And I’ve tried, I’d do it. I’d do anything for him.”

  “I know you would, sweetheart.” Aidan came up behind Simone to cup Corrina’s chin and kiss her mouth.

  “I can’t make someone like what they don’t like,” Simone said to both of them. “I can help you learn to take more than you think you can, though. Which might make you like it better, you never know. If you’re not afraid of it, I mean.”

  Corrina shivered and smiled at Simone, the two of them sharing a look that had absolutely nothing to do with Aidan at all. “I like being afraid, Simone.”

  Simone brushed some of the hair out of Corrina’s face and leaned in to whisper, “It’s good to know what you like.”

  * * *

  Aidan would’ve driven her home, but Simone had told him to take care of Corrina, instead. Now she stared out the window of the cab at the city lights, everything a blur because she could scarcely catch her breath. Everything inside her had become an inferno.

  It was a fifteen-minute cab ride home, but she told the driver to forget about the address she’d given him first. She gave him another one and thumbed in Elliott’s number, not caring that it was past one in the morning on a work night. Incapable of stopping herself, even though she knew better.

  He sounded sleepy when he answered. “… Hello.”

  “I’m coming over.”

  “Simone?”

  “Who else would be calling you at this time of night? Never mind,” she said with a shaky laugh. “Don’t answer that. Yes. It’s me. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

  “Simone, it’ll be almost … shit. Two in the morning.”

  “Will you open the door for me?”

  Elliott sighed, and she pictured him scrubbing at his face. “Yes. Of course I will.”

  Her grin felt hot and wild, spreading across her face. Burning across it. Simone leaned back in the seat, letting her knees fall open, slipping a hand up along her thigh, helpless to stop herself from tickling the outside of her pussy through her panties at the memories of what had happened in Aidan’s house.

  They had played together a few times with other partners, but it had always been Aidan leading the show. Directing the action. And this time … oh, fuck … Simone shuddered as an icy-hot chill ran down her spine, thinking of everything that had happened.

  At Elliott’s door, she knocked loud and hard, but only a couple times before he yanked open the door and ushered her inside. She didn’t wait for him to kiss her, but launched herself into his arms.

  “The neighbors,” he muttered as he kicked the door closed behind them.

  “Who cares about the neighbors?” She said into his mouth. Arms and legs wrapped around him, she took his lower lip in her teeth and tugged gently. “Take me upstairs, Elliott.”

  To give him credit, he did as she asked without another word, carrying her easily up the stairs and down the hall, where he tossed her onto the bed hard enough to knock the headboard against the wall. Simone laughed, rolling on the pillows and pushing up on her elbows to look at him. He wore a pair of flannel pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips and no shirt. Bare feet.

  “Your toes,” Simone said, “drive me out of my fucking mind.”

  Elliott looked down at them, then at her. “Are you drunk?”

  “Nope.” Simone arched, tugging at the hem of her dress to expose her thighs and watching the way his gaze went there at once. “It’s been too long since I had you inside me, Elliott.”

  “I was going to call you tomorrow.”

  “Too late. I want you now.” She rolled onto her hands and knees, wiggling her ass at him as incentive. “C’mere and put that big, thick cock inside my wet cunt and fuck me until I can’t stand up.”

  At the sound of his surprised noise, she looked over her shoulder at him with a grin. “Too much?” Her gaze fell to the obvious thickness of his erection, tenting the front of his pajamas. “Something tells me no.”

  “I just … wasn’t expecting…”

  He looked so fucking adorable when he was flummoxed, and she was already on fire. Simone hitched up the hem of her dress, exposing the backs of her thighs and what she imagined would be the first hint of her silk panties … there’d be a dark spot on them, she was sure, of where she’d soaked through.

  “I want you,” she told him. “I want to make you crazy. I want you to fuck me until we both can’t see straight, Elliott. I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts.”

  His hand had gone to the front of his pajama bottoms, rubbing and rubbing. Now the head of his cock peeked out over the top of the waistband. Just that small hint of i