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on?”
    After a few seconds of searching for an answer that wasn’t embarrassing, Karen realized it didn’t exist. She straightened her spine and made her tone firm and clear while trying to ignore the way her breasts thrust forward every time she moved. “We were...playing.”
    “Come again?”
    “Playing,” she repeated, waggling her eyebrows.
    He gave her a blank look.
    “Oh, come on Pete, connect the dots. Playing? In the bedroom?”
    Color flooded his face: hot, healthy red. “Oh.” He puffed out his cheeks. A grin blossomed on his lips. “Kinky fuckers. You play with cages?”
    Karen glared at the floor. She remembered her reluctance when Dan first suggested it and the sneaky way he eventually sweet-talked her into it. Damn his talented tongue.
    “Not after this,” she muttered.
    “Does he tie you up too? Have his wicked way?”
    “It’s not like that!”
    Silence. When she looked up, Karen realized Pete hadn’t stopped staring. She felt his gaze trace over her body, electric, like the crackling tip of a violet wand. Surprise mingled with the pleasure she felt at being looked at. Then guilt chased away both emotions.
    “Eyes up, Pete.”
    He snickered. “Come on, Kaz. You look great.”
    Her shoulders lifted. In his face, she saw sincere appreciation mingled with faint lust. Her legs trembled. “Shut up.” The words lacked the venom she wanted. With effort she flicked the mental switch that controlled her voyeuristic side and jerked her head. “The handcuff key is under the drawers. You need to uncuff my hands.”
    He stooped, groping beneath the unit with one hand. The whole time his gaze never left the cage. Aware of the view presented by the spreader bar, Karen swiveled round and gave him her back. “Stop mucking around. It didn’t go far.”
    “You sure? I can’t feel anything.”
    “Try looking. ”
    She heard shuffling, thumps, and then the eventual slide of something hard moving across the carpet.
    Pete touched her shoulder, skimming down her arm to her wrist. “Christ, you’re bendy.” His calloused fingers traced a path over forearm.
    She froze and bit her lip. Does he have to touch me like that? The cuffs clicked and both bracelets slid away. Without turning back, she reached for the buckles around her ankles. “Thanks, now give me that blanket. The one in the corner.”
    Closing her legs immediately lessened the ache in her hips, and when Pete pushed the fuzzy blanket between the bars, it took great effort not to snatch it. She wrapped it around her body, took a deep breath, then swiveled back round. With great care, she tucked the edges in around her thighs and ass, covering every scrap of skin from the neck down.
    “Dan said you needed help. He didn’t tell me what was going on or else I’d have come prepared.” He smirked.
    She gaped. His expression matched those she saw on men shamelessly stalking the “career girls” loitering in backstreets or dark alleys near the train station.
    To see that look directed at her; to feel the heat of his gaze sliding over her naked skin, knotted her stomach and made bile rise in her throat.
    Pete’s smirk vanished. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m kidding.” He shifted beneath her stare and finally dropped his gaze. “What am I supposed to be doing?”
    “Dan lost the cage key.” She scanned the floor. “You’ve got to get me out before he comes back with his parents.”
    That brought his eyes back up pretty damn quick. He whistled through his teeth. “Why the hell is he bringing them here?”
    “Surprise visit.”
    “Wow. You two are just—how can you—”
    “Pete!” She slapped the bars. “Did you hear me? Find the key.”
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
    He began to search.
    Pete laid a bra wire, two pound coins and a tube of lube on the bookcase. Then he began to clear the floor, stacking the whip, a flogger, and a purple dildo on the chest of drawers. With each new toy, his features tightened. A blush spread across