Page 23 of Never Yours

Even though his hands are tied, he manages to grab a fistful of my dress and pulls me closer. “And now you’re going to use me to come.”

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“Well, look at you, all tied up,” Ingrid taunts, lightly bites her lip, beckoning me to take it between my own teeth. I resist. “I certainly could have my way with you, and there’s nothing you could do about it.”

I don’t have the heart to break it to her that I could easily slip out of the rope. As much as I loved being inside her this morning, I’m playing for keeps. I don’t know what happened in New York, but I have a feeling someone hurt Ingrid, and I want to hand power back to her, prove that I will give her whatever she needs—with literal and metaphorical hands tied.

Falling to her knees, she unbuckles my cargo shorts, and slowly unzips them. Looking up at me with doe eyes, a growl erupts from my chest as she attempts to shimmy them down my hips. This is going to be harder than I thought. Her face scrunches at her failed attempt, and it’s fucking adorable. I stand for her to pull them down, and sit once she has my cock free. She doesn’t move, her eyes fixed on it. When she finally looks up, a devilish smirk appears, and my eyes narrow.

“What are you up—” She licks from my balls to the tip, swirling her tongue a few times before taking all of me in her mouth. “Fuck. I thought I told you to use me to come, not fuck me with your mouth.”

Ingrid pulls her warm mouth off me to smugly insist, “It’s your turn.”

My hands still joined, albeit poorly, I grip her chin before she can wrap her mouth around me again. “That’s not how this works. I’ll admit, after this morning, I can’t get enough of you. Watching you come for me is enough for now, because I’m not having sex with you.” I drag my thumb along her bottom lip. “That includes your mouth.”

“What are you talking about? We had sex this morning.” She kisses the pad of my thumb, and I nearly retract everything as she rests her head on my thigh. The most beautiful woman in the world is on her knees for me, and I’m playing it safe. I need to remind myself that she wasn’t mine back then, and still isn’t now.

“No, just because you came, doesn’t mean we had sex. It’s not the same thing.”

Ingrid laughs, “By that logic, we didn’t have sex when we were younger, either.”

“You know what I mean.” She rolls her eyes, and I continue, “I want to do more than taste and touch you.” I help her up and graze my knuckle against her clit through her dress as she stands, making her shiver. I don’t want her to feel rejected, but I need more, I want all of her. “I need to know what happened in New York, first.”

Ingrid takes a step back and looks away. Fuck. I pushed her too hard, too fast, and it’s all backfiring. Her voice soft, she sighs, “I don’t want to talk about it.” Through with the tied-up charade, I slip out of the rope. “Hey!”

I stand, but still give her space, pulling up my pants, and fastening them. “I know you’ve only been back for a couple of days, and I’m asking a lot, but I need this to be real between us. I know I said I didn’t care what was true or not. You don’t have to give me details, I just… I need to know if it was serious with the guy at the network. Am I just a rebound for you?”

Her eyes snap up and immediately find mine. “Cay, no. Absolutely not.” She closes the distance and wraps her arms around me, pressing her cheek on my chest. My arms instinctively envelop her, and as I kiss the top of her head, she offers, “I’ll tell you one day. I promise. But, you are not and never will be a rebound.”

As much as it pains me to ask, I need to know, “Did someone hurt you?”

“What are you going to do?” she chuckles against me. “Change power dynamics globally so men don’t abuse their positions?”

Is that what happened? Did her boss take advantage of her?

“Say the word, princess, and I’ll slay the dragon.” While I say it in jest, I’ll destroy anyone who has hurt her.

Ingrid laughs and pulls me tighter. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“Never again. You have to know I won’t be able to walk away from this,” I speak into her hair, refusing to let go.

“You are, though. In a few short weeks, you’ll be gone.”

“Not exactly.” She looks up, and as much as I want to claim her perfect lips, we need to talk about this. “They’re finalizing my contract, but I’m part of a small unit that’s been asked to come back. From the sound of it, I’m not going overseas. I’m supposed to have a call with them later this week to finalize arrangements. I won’t be here, but we’ll be able to talk every day, and I’ll have time to come home often.” Sure, it’ll be a shitty two years, but I went ten without her. I’d give another ten if I had to.

“What if they do send you somewhere?”

“They won’t.” I lean in and kiss her forehead, holding her close.

“You know you basically sealed our fate that you’re going to get called on some top-secret mission and will disappear off the face of the earth for a couple of years.” She laughs and warms me in a way I can’t explain. “Besides, you have quite the tall order before you leave. You promised you’d make me fall in love with you. People don’t fall in love in three weeks, Cay.”

“They do in your books.”

“Like you’d know,” she playfully scoffs.

I bend enough to reach behind her legs and pull them around me. “I do know.”

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