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He hadn’t exaggerated. His balls began to tighten after only a minute or so. He was a goner. Luckily Amy was true to her word as well. Her inner muscles clenched, squeezing his dick tightly. He suddenly understood the meaning ofhurt so good.

He came with a loud groan, his come filling her tight passage.

“So. Bloody. Good,” she said as he lifted himself away and fell to her side.

He grinned at her accent, her labored breathing. He was struggling to push air into his own lungs. His skin was slick with sweat and his heart was racing so hard he thought it might burst. He couldn’t deny the truth of her words, so he gave it back to her. In her own language. “That was bloody awesome.”

She laughed at his exaggerated attempt at sounding Australian. “Submissive enough?”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re kidding, right?”

She shrugged, her face betraying she knew just how bad a submissive she was. “You know, I suck at Algebra too, but I had a great teacher who didn’t give up on me. She gave me extra problems to do and we drilled and drilled until it became easier.”

“You seriously want to learn to be a submissive?” For some reason the idea didn’t rest well with him.

“I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I don’t have what it takes. I just like the idea of you and me practicing some more. You know, drilling.”

Andrew laughed. God. She was a piece of work. “I could be on board for a few more lessons, misplaced though they may be. After all, drilling is one of my strong suits.”

He pulled her close and kissed her. He’d never cuddled with a woman after sex, but holding Amy felt natural. Right.

Shit.

Chapter5

Amy lay on the couch and stretched lazily. She was fairly certain she’d never had a better day than today. Hell, she’d never had a bloodyweekas phenomenal as this one. Andrew had been the ultimate tour guide, enduring not just one, but two days of nonstop sightseeing with her. After their first marathon day, she’d expected him to beg off on going back into the city again.

Then he’d surprised her by waking her up early yesterday morning for round two of the tours. They’d spent a wonderful morning at Navy Pier, then devoted the afternoon to marking three more things off her to-do list.

Only one thing remained—Velvet Chains.

Andrew seemed determined to keep their sexual explorations private, refusing to take her to the sex club, though he wouldn’t tell her why.

Today, she’d granted him a reprieve. They’d opted for a long sleep-in—intermingled with sex, sex and more sex. Then they had a late breakfast and spent the morning hanging out around the house.

She glanced at the TV and grinned as Andrew’s image stood with Hurricane Ridge in the background, talking about the area, the mountain ranges in the distance and why it was on his list of best daytrips. She’d never seen his entire show before—she’d only caught clips on the internet—so she’d convinced him to throw in a DVD of season one just to give her a taste of what he did for a living.

To say she was hooked was an understatement. One show turned into a marathon afternoon as she remained glued to the couch, watching episode after episode. He’d sat next to her, adding interesting tidbits about things that happened behind the scenes as they’d filmed the various shows, and she’d decided Andrew Shaw was the most fascinating man she’d ever met.

She also realized as the days passed that saying goodbye to him the day after tomorrow was going to suck. Big-time.

Andrew walked downstairs and came back into the room with his cell pressed to his ear. Apparently he wasn’t having any luck reaching whoever he was trying to call because he sighed heavily and hung up.

His hair was wet from the shower he’d just taken. She wolf-whistled, impressed by the image of him in his trousers and collared shirt. It was a far cry from the faded jeans and t-shirts he’d been wearing on their excursions into the city.

“Well, hello, hot stuff.”

He grimaced. “I hate dressing up for the dog and pony show.” Andrew had informed her earlier he had a business meeting with some advertisers tonight that he couldn’t miss. She assured him she’d be fine on her own for an evening.

“You look terrific. Besides, a free dinner is a free dinner.”

Andrew chuckled. “Never thought of it that way. I suppose you’re right. Even so, I plan to eat and run, so I won’t be back too late.”

“Who were you trying to call?”

Andrew scowled. “Harper. She still won’t answer the phone.”

Amy grinned, well aware that her expression annoyed Andrew. He dropped down on the couch next to her and started tapping out a text. Amy leaned forward, reading as he wrote.