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I rub my thighs together to ease the building ache between my legs and let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re no fun.”

He smirks and sucks my nipple before releasing it with a pop. “Oh, I’m going to show you just how fun I am.”

He leans a knee onto the mattress beside me and unclips his baton from his belt. Starting at my ankle, he slides it up my shin and over my knee, inching higher.

Then the baton stops, and he taps it against my thigh. “Open.”

I widen my legs, but only a little, knowing he wants more.

He arches an eyebrow, and a devilish gleam flashes in his eyes. “I can’t wait to fuck the stubborn right out of you.”

I lift my chin. “Good luck with that.”

He trails the baton along the inside of my thigh and coats the smooth tip of it in my wetness. “I won’t need luck.”

I open my legs wider on instinct and release a moan.

James palms himself over his pants, watching his baton tease me in slow circles. I lift my hips, grinding against it for more friction.

“James.” His name is a breathy moan as pleasure mounts deep in my core.

“I know, baby.” His voice is raspy, and he’s got a wild look in his eyes, like his control is slipping.

I want him to lose it.

I open my legs as wide as I can and draw out his name on another moan, begging for more.

He tosses the baton onto the bed and works the buttons on his shirt and strips out of his uniform like it’s on fire and he can’t get out of it fast enough. He towers over me—the wide span of shoulders, his smooth round chest. I lick my lips as my gaze lands on the deepVshape just above his boxers, leading down toward the bulge straining in my direction.

Reaching into his boxers, he pumps himself. I stretch forward, breaking the rules once more, and jerk his boxers down just under his ass so his dick springs free. It’s long and thick, with a perfect smooth crown.

He climbs onto the bed and kneels beside me, stroking his length just inches in front of my face.

“Open that sassy mouth for me.”

I do, and he pushes himself between my lips. I wrap my tongue around him and crane my neck to take him farther inside.

He lets out a primal groan, watching me from under hooded eyes, and his hips jut forward.

I stare up at him, entranced, turned on by seeing how turned onheis in this moment, watching him unravel.

With my hands tied over my head, my body at his mercy, I’ve never felt sexier.

He forgets about the baton and slides his fingers over my clit. “So fucking sexy, baby. My cock in your mouth, your legs spread wide with that beautiful, wet pussy.” He grunts as his eyes rake over me. “You were made for me.”

I moan in agreement, sucking him deeper.

His fingers slip inside me before they glide back up over my clit, making languid circles and sending sparks to every nerve ending in my body. He’s teasing me, making me beg for it.

“James, please.”

He reaches for the condom on the nightstand, and after he rolls it on, he coats himself between my legs, rubbing himself over me, back and forth.

But before he continues, he unlocks the cuffs around my wrists. “I want your hands all over me.”

I claw his back and grip his ass, lifting my hips to meet his. He looks down to watch as he pushes his tip inside me, slow and controlled. I hold my breath, taking him inch by inch, relishing in the way he stretches me until he’s all the way in.

His eyes close, and he drops his forehead to mine like he’s saying a silent prayer. Then his eyes open and bore into my soul, something so vulnerable reflecting in his honey-colored irises. “I want to savor this moment. I always want to remember how it feels to be this close.” He pauses as he swallows. “I never want you to forget that you’re mine.”


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