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swollen clit. It might as well have been a cattle prod, the way she sprang off the bench, disentangling their limbs and tumbling onto the floor in one graceless motion.
    “Whoa!” she hollered. “Whoa! Whoa!”
    “No whoa!” He wagged his free hand side to side. “No whoa! This’ll be good, Darla. It’ll be fun. You’ll see.”
    “Kon, I’m a—” She hugged her knees to her chest, effectively covering herself. “I’m an engaged woman. Practically married.”
    Kon followed her gaze to his engorged dick, still twitching to get inside her. He muttered a string of the most blistering cuss words he could think of, then started over at the beginning of the list as he stuffed himself back into his pants.
    Dominance play could be a kick, but it required a minimum of two willing partners. That “willing” thing was a crucial part of the equation.
    Kon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. And another. He heard Darla scramble to her feet, imagined her squinting past the pool of light, searching for her far-flung clothing. If he were a gentleman, he’d let her throw on her clothes and slink on out of there.
    He opened his eyes. “We’re not finished, Darla.”
    “Oh, we’re finished, all right.”
    “Maybe that’s finished.” He caught her arm as she tried to scoot past him. “But I still owe you a photo session.”
    “Yeah, right.” She tugged. “Let me go.”
    “I took your money, you’ll get your pictures.”
    Darla gave an impatient sigh. To her credit, she made no attempt to cover herself. Well, what would be the point now?
    “Here’s what I’m going to do for you.” Kon got in her face, made her look at him. “You’ll get the whole package, just like we discussed on the phone. The studio session, the prints, all of it, and you’re not out another penny.”
    Now he had her attention. Everyone loved a bargain. “You mean... but I only paid you, what, about a tenth of the total cost,” she said.
    Kon opened his palms. “I’m going to accept your deposit as payment in full. An unprecedented offer.” He forced sincerity into his voice. “Call it an apology.”
    He hoped she’d buy it—the rapacious scoundrel suffering pangs of remorse over his assault on the modest lady’s virtue. Forget that this particular modest lady had responded like a sex-starved concubine. The aroma of her need still teased his nostrils. If he even hinted at that, she’d be out the door in a blur of motion.
    Kon wasn’t about to admit defeat. When Darla Carmody walked out of there later—if she could still walk—she’d have been fucked more ways than she probably knew existed. He didn’t owe a thing to Mr. Right, and neither did she if the clueless clod left her this frustrated and insecure.
    He saw the war being waged behind those glittering dark brown eyes. His tone oozed contrition. “I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but I also know I can do some amazing work with you in front of the lens.” He tilted his head, offering his best puppy-dog smile. “Let me make it up to you, Darla.”

Chapter Two

    Darla had yet to decide whether she’d lost her mind. Click. She tilted her head. Click. She shifted to the side, leaning on one arm. Click. Click. Click. With every snap of the shutter she changed her position slightly, as Kon had instructed. She’d slipped off the ruined thong and now sat mother-naked on the piano bench, her back to the camera, while a stranger photographed her.
    For Brian. She mustn’t forget. This was all for Brian. Or rather, for their relationship.
    Oh, who was she kidding? It was for sex. A shot in the arm for a love life that had always been, well, limp at best, starting with those first awkward gropings on her living-room sofa. But it was for their relationship, really. Wasn’t sex an important part of any marriage? Brian was going to be her husband. She had an obligation to improve their sex life. She had a duty to make herself as alluring a bed partner as