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couldn’t get the cape off him quick enough.
    As they paid her, neither men said anything and when they handed her an incredibly generous tip, she almost told them where to stuff it. But professionalism reigned her in and she said thank you. After they left, she quickly locked the door, hurried into her office and slumped wearily into her chair. Lifting her hand, she finally fanned her hot face.
    Sweet mercy! How was she going to recuperate from this lusty heat infusing her? Damn them for coming back to town! Damn them for reigniting her sensual side!
     
    *
     
    “She hasn’t been back to a Spank-Me Ménage Night at all since we left,” Eric stated as they hopped into his truck where he’d parked it just outside the salon.
    “What makes you say that?” Steve asked.
    Eric snapped on his seat belt and then winked at his best friend who gazed at him with curiosity and anticipation. He couldn’t stop the hope from pummelling him too. Maybe they could get her back into their bed.
    “She couldn’t look me in the eye when I asked her if she’d been there lately.”
    Steve shook his head, not buying his answer.
    “Maybe she was just being shy. That’s what attracted us to her in the first place, remember? She couldn’t make eye contact with us and it unleashed your predatory side and brought out my protective instincts.”
    Steve was right, of course. Her lack of eye contact in the past had turned him on. He’d wanted to dominate her, fuck her into submission and make her belong to him. He’d done a pretty good job of it too, until that lucrative job offer at the oil rig had tempted them away.
    When they’d told her they would be leaving, her reaction had been cold and distant. It was as if she hadn’t given two shits. Back then they had planned on asking her to come along with them and they would get her a place so they could see her during their time off the rig, but her don’t-give-a-damn attitude had wilted their enthusiasm. Today’s frosty reception just reinforced his idea that maybe she’d just been using them for her spank fetish. But something deep down inside him continued to hope he was wrong about Sophie.
    He knew she’d had a rough childhood and she’d been shifted from foster home to foster home until Stacey had taken her as her foster child. He’d had a similar upbringing, being raised by uncaring relatives, and he thought he’d found a kindred spirit in her. He’d believed Sophie’s aloofness when it came to a close relationship was due to a lack of confidence. In the bedroom though, she’d been anything but shy, especially when they spanked her.
    He ached to bend her over his knee and give her curvy ass cheeks a bunch of blushing smacks. In the past he’d enjoyed watching her butt redden and had loved her erotic moans and sweet gasps as he slapped her tender flesh. While he and Steve had been away they’d shared a couple of women, but they hadn’t held a candle to Sophie. She was the woman for them.
    Regret pummelled him and he frowned. The old saying was true. They hadn’t known what they’d had in Sophie until they didn’t have her anymore. He aimed to make it right with her. Hopefully, it wasn’t too late.

Chapter Two
    “Oh my gosh, what have you done?” Sophie asked the image of herself staring back at her from her full-length bedroom mirror.
    The dress she’d purchased earlier today at Jewel’s Toy Shoppe smoothed over every one of her curves and it had turned her into a sensual stranger. At least from the neck down.
    She had no idea she could look so…sexy. The built-in push up bra made her breasts look incredibly large. The way the dress was designed at the sides made her her waist appear much smaller. As she turned to gaze at her backside she gasped at how perfect her ass cheeks looked cradled by the material.
    Something like this would have Steve and Eric taking notice if she went to that Spank-Me Ménage event.
    Sophie shook her head.
    No! She didn’t want to go