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mouth.”
    “Oh, I like that one,” Ben groaned.
    “And a friend told me that the most incredible orgasm she ever had was when her lover took her from behind, in the ass ,” Francine whispered. “Kevin did that the first time. I thought I’d hurt forever, but when Jasmine told me about her experience I wondered if it could really be good.”
    Grant felt his cock harden at her words. He took a deep breath and regained control of himself. Oh, yeah! He could definitely make those fantasies come true. He glanced down at the four year old ad. Did he dare? The sexiest woman in the world was describing sexually explicit scenes that he knew how to make real. Why the hell was he even hesitating? As one hand traced the woman’s delicate features on the glossy page, the other reached for the speaker phone. Even though he was in his own penthouse, he picked up the receiver.
    “Bronson, pick up.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Give her a Club card. Tell her if she’s serious about what she just said then another card will be delivered with directions. And that every fantasy she’s had will come true.”
    “You serious?”
    “Totally.” With the ease from many years training, Grant slipped into what he called his ‘master frame of mind.’ He was her dominant and he was responsible for her. Right now, she was vulnerable. If anyone besides Bron and Ben got to her, she could get hurt. “You and Ben make sure she gets safely back to her room. It sounds like she’s had more than she’s used to.”
    “Can do.”
    “And, Bron?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Thanks, man.”
    “Happy birthday, old man.”
    Grant rolled his eyes as he hung up. His birthday wasn’t for another three months, but Bronson never passed up a chance to remind him of who was the oldest member of their group.
     
    The next morning, Francine sat up, trying to sort out what had happened. She remembered going to the bar and watching the game. There had been two men, but after that her memory was fuzzy. What the hell had they talked about? She had an image of them bringing her to her room, but a quick glance around her told her that she was alone. With a sigh, she decided Kevin had been right. She really must be an ice queen in bed. She saw the glass of water with two small white tablets. Well, at least when she decided to get drunk she ran into chivalrous men. She hadn’t found Mr. Stud as Felicity had told her to, but her dreams had definitely been erotic. A low husky voice had told her to do things, but what? She frowned and felt the slight pounding in her head. Reaching out, she took the tablets and drank the water.
    Pulling on her robe, she started the coffeemaker in the suite’s living room and stared out at the skyline. What was she going to do now? Not very many people knew that Kevin had actually proposed, so she didn’t necessarily have to deal with that humiliation, but she did have to deal with the fact that another model, younger and as sought after, had wasted no time in going after him. Delilah! Oh, the bitch’s action suited her name.
    The knock on the door startled her. Frowning, she went across the room.
    “Who is it?”
    “Special delivery for Francine Lincoln.”
    Peering through the peephole, she could see only a man in a dark suit holding a white shoebox-size container with a red bow. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she opened the door slightly.
    “Who is it from?”
    “I was told you would be expecting it,” he told her. “I am to wait for further directions.”
    “Directions? Expecting it?” She shook her head and gave him a rueful smile. “I’m sorry. I haven’t had my coffee yet.”
    She opened the door further and took the box. Her eyes fell on the card tucked in the ribbon. The memory of something similar being put in her hand came back to her. Who? The other man had called him Bronson. Bronson had put something in her hand and told her another would be delivered.
    “Just a moment.”
    “Of course, ma’am.” He nodded with a faint