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The sound went right to his cock, which pushed painfully against his zipper. But he didn’t take his jeans off, not yet, because once he did, he’d be inside her, and he wanted to draw this out.

He stopped playing with the clothespins and let them sit. Her breath heaved in and out and the clothespins wobbled with each breath. It was crude but it was erotic, and he had one more he wanted to use on her.

“Soon, kitten. Soon.” He knelt on the floor between her spread legs. The temptation was to go right for her sweet core, but he made himself wait. He licked a path from her stomach to the edge of her curls, then moved to her legs. He dragged his tongue up the inside of one quivering thigh, again stopping just short of heaven.

She banged her head back against the chair. “Jeremy, please.”

“Oh, trust me. It’s my pleasure.” He moved to her other leg, starting at the tender spot on the side of her knee, and licking and nibbling his way up her thigh again. “Or did you mean this?”

With those words, he parted her folds and, for the very first time, tasted the essence of the woman who’d occupied his brain and heart for the better part of five years. Five long, fucking years. He tongued her and she arched up, a low keening moan coming from deep inside.

To his utter shock, he felt his throat grow tight. He’d wanted her at his mercy like this for so long, and she was so willing and brave and beautiful. His hands grasped her hips and he doubled his effo

rts, trying to make her lose control. He hadn’t ordered her to hold back her orgasms, although someday he would. Not yet, though. He wanted her to own the power of them.

But first, he wanted her to fly apart under his hands and his mouth.

She needed more stimulation, so he pulled out the last clothespin and squeezed it open, setting it against her swollen clit.

She screamed. “Oh God, oh God. Please. Please. Please.”

He plunged a finger inside her and her heat singed him. He curled it forward and stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves inside and she started thrashing her head back and forth on the chair. As his way eased, he added a second finger, opening them wide to tease her. She began to clench around him, a sign of her impending orgasm. He fucked her with his fingers, and with his free hand, he tugged at the clothespin on her clit. He bit her thigh and removed the pin and she bowed upward, coming with such force the chair creaked.

He pressed his straining cock against the ottoman, trying to stave off his own orgasm. He continued to pet her until she calmed, then removed the sweaty blindfold from her eyes. She blinked at him, dazed. When he stood to take off his clothes, he yanked a pillow off his bed and set it under her head. He kissed her, smoothing her hair. “How are you doing, kitten?”

She let out a sound so like a purr he had to laugh, but it came out more like a groan. “I’ll take that as a good thing, but we’re not done yet. I have to be inside you, Rebeccah.”

“Oh, yes, please.”

His hands shook as he put the condom on. Fuck the bed. He was done. He needed her now, and he didn’t want to waste even the minute it would take to unhook her and move them to the bed. He got back on his knees at the foot of the ottoman and quickly released her legs from the rope. He nudged her entrance with his cock and then he was inside her, buried to the hilt with one long push. Without any direction from him, she drew her knees up and hooked her ankles around his back. “Look at me, kitten. I need to see your eyes.”

It took a moment of fluttering but then her eyes were open and she was looking down her body to where they were joined. “Oh, God. Clothespins?”

A ragged laugh broke free. He’d forgotten, but he remembered now. He flicked them with his fingers and her eyes went wide. “They look hot on you.” He tugged at them as he fucked her, and when he could tell she was at the edge herself, he yanked them off, burying himself deep inside her.

She locked eyes with him and he was lost. Utterly, completely, irrevocably lost.

* * *

Becca lay in Jeremy’s bed, spooned by him, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her. God in heaven, she’d had no idea it could be like this, none. There’d been no fear as Jeremy had bound her, only desperate need. She hadn’t felt controlled, she’d felt freed, freer than she’d ever felt in her entire life. And having him inside her, finally, had been sweeter than she’d ever imagined.

Sam had never made her feel like this, not even in the early days during the few months they’d dated, or in the beginning of their marriage when things were still good. She hated thinking about Sam now, but it was hard not to, not when he’d shown up at her door like he had. The differences between the two men had been glaringly obvious. Sam’s attitude was still just as contentious as ever, while Jeremy stood by her side in silent support. She’d seen that protective side of him over the years on their ride-alongs, but she’d never imagined it would be on her behalf. She hoped the rumors of Sam moving were true, but only time would tell.

Jeremy stirred behind her and she rolled over, facing him. She wasn’t sure if what she felt for him was love. She thought so, but she wouldn’t pressure him. It was what it was and it was good. No, incredible. With that thought in her head, she placed her hand on his chest. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

He grinned. She loved that look on his face, that bad-boy-with-a-good-heart grin. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to crash on you.”

She giggled. “I crashed on you yesterday. That’s what you called it, right? Crashing?”

His smile went into his expressive eyes. “Yeah.” He reached out and tweaked her still-sensitive nipples. She let out a small squeak when she realized she was naked from the waist up, lying here like there was nothing unusual about it. She grabbed for the blankets, but he threw them back, out of her reach, baring all of her.

He flipped her so she was flat on her back and he was leaning over her, his lips mere millimeters from hers. He kissed her, all sexy and hot until she felt like she was going to burst into flames. “Hi there.”

She grinned, albeit shakily. “Hi.”

He settled his body next to hers and pulled her close. She snuggled into him, incredibly content. But his body tensed, and she frowned.

“What’s wrong?”


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