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comb through his hair and angled the scissors this way and that and quickly cut and snipped to give him the perfect cut.
    Thankfully Eric moved to one of the seats in the waiting area and Steve said nothing as she worked.
    Yet their eyes followed her every movement like she was the prey and they the daring predators. Steve’s scent continued to wrap around her, teasing her senses and keeping her inhaling deeply as she wanted to breath in every succulent inch of his smell. It was as if he’d never been gone. As if more than two years hadn’t passed. Instinctively she knew if they snapped their fingers, she would climb right back into bed with them and have her heart broken all over again when they left.
    No, she couldn’t allow that to happen again. She would stay away from them. She would keep their visit strictly professional despite the yearnings to have them kissing and spanking and oh yes, fucking her.
    Within minutes she’d finished his cut. A quick blow dry and he looked his old self again. Clean-cut and sexier than sin. As she brushed his nape, she caught him staring at her in the mirror. A satisfied smile tilted his lips. Perhaps because he was grateful both of his ears remained intact?
    “Thanks, it is a perfect cut. As always” he said as she removed his cape and the neck strip.
    “It’s my job,” she said tightly.
    He nodded and moved to the waiting area. Her heart thumped insanely as Eric stood, removed his coat and then strolled over to sit in the chair.
    “Same as usual,” he said as he stared directly at her in the mirror. His blue eyes gleamed with that sexual lust she remembered so well. Fevered heat whipped through her and she resisted the urge to fan her face just as Rachel had done earlier.
    She dipped her scissors and comb into the disinfectant jar, and then grabbed a fresh, clean pair from her station countertop. As she placed the neck strip and cape, perhaps a bit too tightly if the grimace he tossed her was an indication, but too bad, he deserved a lot more.
    Quickly she fell into the routine of dampening his hair and cutting and snipping. She was grateful he kept quiet so she could concentrate on the job at hand, although focusing on his haircut was quite difficult with him continuing to watch her every move in the mirror.
    “Have you been to the Key Club lately?”
    His unexpected question had her almost cutting her finger off as she lost momentary control of her scissors. She almost dropped them and a quick catch had her back to cutting his hair, although now her fingers were trembling visibly.
    Damn!
    “Sure, go there all the time,” she said truthfully.
    The last thing she was going to admit to him that she’d tried many times to go back on Spank-Me nights without the two of them but she had always chickened out at the last minute. Instead she accompanied her friends there. But she hadn’t gotten involved with the guys at the Club opting to go out with safe and boring guys whom she met through those friends or here at the salon.
    “Great, then we’ll see you there this weekend for the Spank-Me Ménage night?”
    Was that hope she heard in his voice? Or was that just wishful thinking on her part?
    She nodded numbly.
    Oh my gosh! Had she just said she was going? Not good. So not good. She didn’t want them there. Didn’t want to watch them go off with some other woman.
    She said nothing more. If she did speak, she knew her voice would betray her nervousness and he would tell she was lying about the Club, unless he already knew she was fibbing in the way she couldn’t meet his gaze.
    The rest of the haircut proceeded with verbal silence but the body language from Eric was intense in the scorching way he continued to watch her. She knew because she snuck quick peeks into the mirror. By the time she finished, she was a jumble of wild want for a sizzling spanking, an incredible need for double penetration and irritated at herself for daring to feel these unwanted emotions.
    She