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“No, no. Wait, wait,” Webb said, reaching into his pocket for his phone. “I’ve got to take a photo of this.”

“Do you like his outfit?” Aimee asked Webb, as Ammo pushed off the hat.

“He looks fantastic,” Webb said, taking a few photos.

“Oh, goody. Then you’ll join us. Come and have some tea.”

Webb’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, no. I’ve eaten.”

“No, no,” Ammo said with a wicked grin. “We insist. Have you got some more things to put on Webb, Little girl?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve got plenty of hats. And I think he’d look great with some red lipstick on, don’t you?”

“Oh, I agree.”

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Aimee couldn’t sleep.

She lay really still so she didn’t wake up Ammo.

Maybe she’d get up and go for a walk, have a glass of water, do something, rather than lie here staring at the ceiling.

It felt like she had all this pent-up energy, and it had nowhere to go.

But as she tried to get out of bed, Ammo reached over and grasped hold of her waist, pulling her back.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Can’t sleep,” she explained as he rolled them both onto their sides so they were facing one another. “And I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“You should always wake me up,” he told her. “No matter what is going on. If you’re awake and can’t sleep, I want to know.”

“But you need your sleep,” she protested. “I can’t just wake you up.”

“Of course you can, and I’ll help you get back to sleep.”

“Oh, and how are you going to do that?” she said. Oops, she didn’t mean to sound so flirty and suggestive, but after saying it, she could imagine all the ways he might help her get back to sleep. She pressed her thighs together as she felt a throb of arousal.

Yep, she could imagine him stripping off her pajamas, kissing and touching her all over.

Having his wicked, delicious way with her.

“I’m not sure you’re ready for the ways I could help you relax,” he told her huskily.

“I am!”

“Hmm, are you?” he said.

“Please.” She moved closer. “I think that it would really help me sleep.”

“All right, if you’re sure it will help, roll onto your tummy and pull down your pants.”

“Um. That sounds like a strange form of foreplay. But okay.”

“You think a spanking could be foreplay?” he asked as she rolled over.

She glanced over at him. “What? No! I don’t want a spanking as foreplay. Why would you do that?”