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Josh was too impatient to wait for the elevator and instead took the stairs two at a time until he got to the sectioned-off area that led to his large, open bay loft. He wanted to know if Lilliana had responded to his e-mail, but after work his mother had decided she needed him to drive out to her home, way out in Winnetka, to help her move her sofa.

Josh had reluctantly driven out and, with more speed than he’d thought humanly possible, had helped her rearrange two rooms of furniture, listened to her lament about how his oldest brother Landon rarely came to visit anymore, among a host of other complaints such as the recently released scientific data stating that as a man entered his thirties, his sperm count was greatly reduced.

He’d moved the furniture, commiserated with her about Landon, and reassured her that his sperm count wasn’t in jeopardy, before he’d finally left and raced home, making it by ten o’clock.

After he’d let himself into his loft, he headed toward the kitchen and the cold beer in the fridge. He tossed his keys on the center butcher block table and grabbed a beer before going to his computer in his den.

The loft was split-level and over 3,000 square feet, smack in the middle of the Gold Coast near the lake. He’d paid the hefty, half mil fee for the loft with the money from one of his more lucrative commissions, with no help from his uncle.

Joshua was grateful for all that Allen had done for him, but at times he felt uneasy about accepting the handouts, as his brother Landon liked to call them. Although he disagreed with Landon and didn’t see them as handouts, he knew his brother said it to screw with him.

He worked hard and was good at what he did, and in his time with the firm, he’d added to their reputation as aggressive brokers who knew how to generate profit.

Besides that, their father had helped make the firm what it was today, as their uncle was always quick to acknowledge, and if he were still around things would be…different.

Shit. No use thinking about what could be and why the hell it wasn’t. His father wasn’t around. End of subject. Hadn’t been since he was a kid and there was no use rolling down that particular memory lane. Right now he was curious about whether or not the sexy admin assistant had answered his e-mail, and done with thinking about painful memories best left in the past.

Once inside his den he flicked on the overhead track lights, picked up the small remote on the edge of the desk and pressed a button. Music filled the entire loft from hidden speakers in each room. With the heart-pounding lyrics and bass of Lenny Kravitz to pump him up, he sat down at his desk and touched one of the keys on his wireless keyboard. His large screen filled with his home page on the Internet within seconds.

He saw the envelope icon telling him he had mail and clicked on it, searching for one from Lilliana Michaels. Within minutes of reading junk mail, and stupid forwards he’d patiently asked his mother to stop sending him that demanded he forward the stupid forward to ten people in the next ten minutes…he stifled the feelings of acute disappointment when he didn’t see an e-mail from her.

Maybe someone else had already answered the ad and he’d been too late. Or maybe she’d actually called him. His glance fell to his cordless phone that set on his desk. He picked it up and pressed the dial tone, but when he didn’t hear the static tone that indicated he had a voice mail, he pressed the end button. Then he noted that he had several new caller ID notifications and out of curiosity he scrolled down and stopped and smiled.

L. Michaels. 555-1914.

Hot damn. She’d called.

Josh sat back in his desk chair and swiveled around with his fingers steepled together. Should he wait to see if she’d call him back? He looked over at the grandfather clock in the corner. It was already 10:15. Maybe she’d think it was too late to call. Or maybe she’d chickened out and decided not to go through with it.

He doubted that. No way could someone come up with an ad asking a man if he knew what to do with a big spankable ass and be afraid to leave a message. Or would she? Maybe someone put her up to it, or it was all a joke.

Best way to find out was to call her and see if she was all bluff or if she was serious. He quickly pressed the button for last call return and ignored the unsettled feeling in his stomach as he waited for her to answer the phone.

The jarring of the phone woke Lilliana out of a light doze and after she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, she answered with a croaky, “’ello.”

“Hello, is this L. Michaels?” a man asked in a voice so deep and sexy, Lilliana woke up completely and bumped her head against her wrought iron headboard in her haste to sit up.

“Ouch!” she said and rubbed her head.

“Are you okay?” deep and sexy asked.

“Uh, yes. I’m fine. Thanks. This is Lilliana Michaels…may I help you?” She squinted her eyes in the dark of the room to search out the time on her alarm clock, afraid she’d somehow overslept and was late getting up for work. When she saw the time she breathed a sigh of relief. She must have fallen asleep after she’d spoken to Melinda.

“Hi, Lilliana. My name is Joshua. Josh Ellis.”

It took a minute for the name to register and when it did Lilliana gasped. “The guy who answered my ad, right?”

“What ad? Oh! The big spankable…” He left the last word off and Lilly felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment. “You’re the woman who placed the ad in the Reader—I was wondering who you were. You called but didn’t leave a message. I’ve been getting a lot of that lately and just decided to call back. Why didn’t you leave a message? Did I answer the ad correctly?” He asked the questions back to back.

Lilliana had to clear her head. He had caller ID—well, who didn’t? But he didn’t have her address and she wasn’t going to give it to him.

“Yes, yes you did. I called but…”

“Chickened out and decided not to leave a message?”

“No-o,” she dragged the word out. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“No?” He laughed and his laugh was as deep and sexy as his voice. Either it had been way too long since she’d gotten any, or she was one nasty heffa, as she felt moist between her legs from the way he teased her.

She laughed with him, reluctantly. “Okay, maybe I did.” She suddenly felt a bit more at ease with the conversation. “And yes, you did answer the ad right,” she finished.

“So what’s my prize? I believe the ad mentioned the game beginning? I can’t tell you what type of images that brought to mind,” he said.

“Oh really? Well, I hadn’t gone that far in my thinking. I didn’t expect anyone to guess it! And after all of your apple answers…”

“Yeah, sorry about that. Like I said in the e-mail, I was hungry when I read it.”

“Sure you were!” she laughed and continued, “I was surprised when you guessed right. How did you come up with the right answer?”

“I’m kinky. It comes naturally for my mind to think along those lines,” he said. She could have sworn he was laughing although his voice was perfectly normal-sounding.

“Kinky? Just how kinky are we talking? Whips, chains—what?” She held her breath waiting to see if he’d confirm her worst fears and say he was some kind of freaky-ass dominant, like the ones Lee had enlightened her about over lunchtime. After he’d told her about spankings he’d gone on a long diatribe about the whole BDSM lifestyle that had scared the mess out of her. Although…

The idea of this sexy-voiced man tying her up and doing some of the things Lee told her about filled her with a strange expectation that made no sense at all.

“No, none of that. I’m more into the sweeter side of submission.” He laughed again. Lilliana couldn’t tell from his voice if he were joking with her or serious. “What about you? I gather from your ad that you’ve been…spanked before?”

Josh waited to hear what she’d say. He was hoping the luscious beauty was into spankings, because she’d captured his attention from the minute he’d set eyes on her. He conjured up the image of her sweet, round ass swaying in the full peasant skirt, which in turn had his imagination running wild with how he’d like to slap that ass and then kiss it till it wasn’t sore anymore.

He wasn’t into the BDSM scene, by any stretch of the imagination, he just enjoyed a bit of light bondage and spanking and he hoped that she did also. With that nice, full round ass of hers…he longed to feel how soft and smooth it was as he smacked her ass and plunged his dick deep inside her warm pussy.

After a significant pause she answered in her soft voice, “No. I’ve never been spanked. I’ve been…hit, but I didn’t like it.” Her laugh was in no way humorous.

Her words made him pause as well. That didn’t sound good. He wasn’t sure if she was playing a game or not, but it sounded as though she’d been hurt. “It can be good with the right person, Lilliana. In the right situation. And a light spanking is a hell of a lot different than someone hitting you. But you have to feel comfortable with it. It definitely can’t be forced on you. I would never do something to a woman that she didn’t want done.”

“That’s good to know,” was all that she said.

“Can I ask you a question?” As they’d been speaking, Josh had carried the phone into his bedroom and had removed his clothes as they spoke and was now lying down, naked, on top of the light quilt.

“Sure.”

“Why did you take out an ad with that acronym if you’re not into spankings?”

She paused before answering. “As a lark, I guess. Partially. I don’t know.” Could he hear the nervousness in her voice? “Like I said, I didn’t think anyone would answer.”

“Well, I did. So where do we go from here?” As he spoke to her, he cradled the phone between his shoulder and ear, and lay propped against a few pillows.

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t think you’re ready to hear that yet.” He laughed at her and laughed even harder when she answered, “nasty ass,” and then giggled. Damn, she had a cute giggle. She sounded all of fifteen years old, but he knew for certain she was over the age of consent.

“You’d be surprised,” she said and his interest was piqued even more. During their twenty-minute conversation she had already presented an intriguing mixture of innocence and naughtiness that had him ready to explore which side of her would show up in bed. He could only imagine what a combination of the two would be.

“Would you go out on a date with me, Lilliana?”

“A date?” she asked. He refrained from commenting on her clear surprise. From the words and the way she said it, she obviously thought he just wanted to fuck her. Spank her and fuck her, to be precise. Not that he didn’t want to do both, but he found himself wanting to do more than that with her.

“Yes, Lilliana, a date.”

“Like where?”

“How about the Navy Pier Friday?” As soon as he said it, he remembered the new client that his uncle had assigned to him. He was supposed to meet with the man after work on Friday. No way in hell could he get out of it this soon, although for once the thought of making money didn’t hold as much appeal as the desire to get to know a woman.

“That sounds like fun. I haven’t been to the Pier in ages.” She sounded so excited that he wanted to groan.

“I’m sorry, Lilliana, I have a commitment Friday that it’s too late to get out of. I completely forgot. How about something later? Saturday or Sunday?”

“That’s fine. Saturday will work for me. During the day. At the Pier?”

“That works for me. What time is best? How about noon? We can get something to eat there.” They agreed on the time and meeting point. They also described what they would be wearing and Josh gave her his cell phone number just in case. When she described herself, he almost laughed out loud.

“I’m short, about five feet three inches, African American, dark brown skin. My eyes are my best feature, I think. They’re light brown but they’re kind of big. I wear my hair natural and it’s kind of curly. Nappy curly, I guess,” she coughed and continued. “Ummm. I think that’s it. Sorry, I must sound pretty average to you.”

“You sound beautiful to me,” he said sincerely. He already knew what she looked like. He figured that either she was being modest or she really didn’t know how beautiful she was.

“I’m tall, and since you say that you’re five feet three inches, I’m almost a foot taller than you, and dorky,” he said. She cracked up laughing. “What? I’m serious. I’m six feet, two inches tall, my hair is dark blond, my eyes are dark blue, and I wear a size twelve shoe…which I’ve been told makes up for all dorkiness.” He waited. After a short pause, it dawned on her what he was implying.

“Oh my God, you are nasty!” she said and laughed so hard she made him laugh along with her. “Dark blond hair and dark blue eyes, huh?” He heard the question in her voice.

“I’m white. Does that make a difference?” He held his breath waiting to see if it mattered to her.

“Nooo, not really.” She dragged out the word and he thought he’d lost her. He knew that she was black and it didn’t make a bit of difference to him, sexy was sexy. In fact, the image of how their flesh would look naked, white skin against chocolate-brown, was as enticing as hell, but he didn’t know how she felt about the racial difference and waited to hear what she’d say.

“The whole size twelve shoe thing would make me not care one way or another, even if color were a consideration,” she said and he laughed along with her, relieved.

They spoke a few minutes longer before she yawned and apologized. Josh glanced over at the time on his alarm clock and saw that it was almost eleven o’clock.

“Oh man, I didn’t know it was so late. I’m sorry. I’d better let you go,” he said, strangely reluctant to get off the phone with her, but it was late and he didn’t want to keep her up longer. “Lilliana, I’m looking forward to seeing you on Saturday.”

“I am too, Josh.” He loved how soft her voice was and how shy she sounded one minute and the next would say something hilarious and off the wall, like calling him a nasty ass, he thought and laughed. He didn’t think he’d ever heard someone say that before.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I’m just looking forward to meeting you…”

“Me too. I’m looking forward to meeting you as well,” she said.

It sounded to him as though she were surprised at how she felt. “And seeing for myself just how spankable that ass really is. See you on Saturday, Lilliana.”

He heard her light gasp as he hung the phone up and he smiled in anticipation. He sank down lower in the bed and allowed his mind to bring up images of her.

He could recall how good she’d smelled, how smooth her skin felt when she’d bumped up against him in the crowded elevator, how lush her breasts had looked as he sneaked a peek down her ample cleavage.

As he thought of her breasts, how big and firm-looking they were, he allowed one of his hands to lay on the bed near the outside of his thigh, while the other went to his crotch and smoothed a hand over the hardening length of his dick.

He wrapped his long fingers around the length, and began to work the engorged shaft in short, smooth movements, his thoughts centered on Lilliana Michaels. With his eyes closed, he imagined how good it would feel if her small hands were stroking him.

His balls felt tight, filled with cum as he thought of what he would like to do with her, to her, if she’d allow him to. How he’d like to feel the tight walls of her channel clamp down on his dick as he ground into her from the back, holding on to her soft curves the whole time.

He’d do her really slow…doggie style, in order to get a good look at her from the rear, fully enjoy the way her ass would jiggle with each thrust of his dick, each slap of his balls…each stinging slap of his open palm against her lushness.

She’d be surprised at first, but she’d like it. He’d make sure of it. With each stroke and retreat of his cock, with each stinging slap to her ass, he’d make sure she liked it. He’d play with her clit, rub her feminine juices up and over her nub while he stroked into her tight, hot snatch.

Damn.

Just thinking of how good it would feel, how snug she’d feel wrapped around him, sent blood rushing to his head. He could feel the orgasm bubbling up with each stroke of his hand up and over the hard length of his erection, the pre-cum on the bulbous tip moistening his palm.

He groaned out loud as his body took over, his mind no longer able to handle the mental stimuli of imagining what it would be like to make love to the woman he was quickly becoming obsessed with.

His body demanded release, until finally, with one final stroke, he let out a long, harsh groan. “Lilliana!” he yelled.

With his heart pounding, eyes closed, palm cupping his semi-erect penis, Josh knew he wouldn’t be able to wait long to make her his own.

No way in hell.