Make Me (The Club #17) by Cathleen Ross, The Club Book Series

thing I expect or want is a woman waiting for me. I was arrogant enough to think that would work with Kerry. It didn't. I was too stupid to see it when I was young, but I'm twenty-six now. I want to make a future with the right woman."
    "Then let the police do their job and let Kerry go. If you are going to The Club every night trying to find Kerry's murderer, you can't possibly be present for me."
    "I don't want to lose you. I know it's way too early to be saying stuff like this, but I like you."
    "Tonight was the first time I haven't been nervous in a long time but if I fall for you and I know that you're at that club night after night, it isn't going to work for me. I don't like the sound of that place. It creeps me out."
    "I don't like it either after I saw how my ex changed. We were happy together and then when we went to The Club, nothing I did satisfied her anymore. It destroyed my relationship. I want it out of my life." Ryan pressed her to him, wrapping his arms around her in a big bear hug. He leaned down and kissed her, needing to keep their intense attraction alive. The Club was dragging him down. He could see that now.
    Cari broke the kiss for a moment. "Then let Kerry go. I mean it Ryan. Let the police do their job and you stay out of it. I want you to be there for me."
    "I thought you were meant to be the passive twin and Annabel the dominant twin."
    "And you believe Annabel?" she laughed. "She exaggerates just about everything. You should know that. I can be just as demanding." As if unable to stop herself, she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and kissed him back molding her body to his. Her mouth moved in a rhythmic motion, her tongue played with his, teasing and promising things to come.
    "I can see that." He put his hand on her breast noticing her nipple was tight under the flimsy silk of her dress. Perhaps Cari was right. Maybe he should leave Kerry's murder to the police to solve and move on. God knows he didn't want to lose Cari. The supposedly shy twin was totally clear about what she wanted and he was enjoying every minute of it.
    Ryan swept her up and strode into her bedroom. "I can't go home. I won't sleep all night thinking you want to end things before they've even started. You are going to give us a chance."
    "Make me," she laughed.
    "With pleasure." He sat on the edge of her bed and put her over his knee. He pulled up the silky fabric of her dress and rubbed her bottom. He flicked her gee-string. "What kind of sexy underwear is this?"
    "Never you mind," Cari teased.
    "I do mind. I love it." He gave her bottom a smack.
    Cari's whole body quivered under his touch. "Oh." she sighed. "Do that again."
    "With pleasure." He skimmed his fingers over the lace between her legs, stopping to tease over her clit. She was wet. God, Cari was sexy. He barely had to stroke her and she responded.
    "And that too," she begged.
    "You love everything." He smiled, sliding his fingers between her legs and under the lace, rubbing along her slippery seam, focusing on her clit.
    "You've only just discovered that?" Cari asked. "I want you to play with me all day and night."
    "Cari, I can't believe how sexy you are. You are everything I've dreamed about." He spanked her again and she squirmed. She had the most beautiful bottom, round and creamy. She looked so stunning lying across his knee, her red hair mussed on the comforter. Ryan didn't believe in love at first sight. That was ridiculous, but he certainly believed in lust and yet it was more than that too. He enjoyed her company, her humor and her incredible sexiness. Having Cari across his lap, moaning, wiggling and rubbing her mons on his thigh was unbelievably erotic.
    He spanked her again, rhythmically this time, his touch heavy enough to leave a stinging red mark until her bottom blushed a rosy pink. Whatever game he played with Cari, she seemed to enjoy it. After Kerry, he'd been leery of getting involved with anyone else but it had been two years. That