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She froze mid stride and looked at me.

A slow smile stretched up my mouth. “If you touch yourself before I get in there, I will make you regret it.”

She bit her lip, fighting a smile, and clasped her hands behind her back.

“Good girl.” I tipped my head toward the bedroom. “Go on.”

When she disappeared through the door, I adjusted my dick and eased back into my chair.

I had thought about sex since the accident, but mostly in the context of realizing I’d never have it again.

But this… Her…

Brooke came out of nowhere.

She wasn’t a buckle bunny, chasing me for clout and shiny things. She didn’t pick me because I looked like an easy target.

Maybe I was overselling myself on the possibilities, but I had never thought about life after those eight seconds.

The mattress creaked as I rolled into the bedroom.

Brooke was kneeling in the middle of my bed, completely naked. Pert breasts were diamond-tipped in the chill of the AC. Her ankles were crossed, pretty as a picture, making her ass look like a heart.

My heart seized in my chest. All those motivational thoughts about taking that next step for myself went out the window. She was perfection—flawless in every way.

I didn’t want her to watch me fumble around. I didn’t want her to see me struggle to move my body.

I grabbed my sleep mask from the nightstand and placed it in front of her, raking my eyes down the front of her body. “Put that on.

“But I?—”

“My way,” I reminded her. “Do you want to do this?”

Brooke nodded and grabbed the mask.

“You can always say no. No harm. No foul.”

“Your way,” she said as she slid the mask over her eyes.

With her unable to see me, I stripped off my shirt and shorts. I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the long rope I had been practicing with. I trailed the coil up the side of her hip and thigh.

Brooke shivered.

“Have you ever been tied up?” I asked as I found the end of the rope and shook out the loops to straighten it.

“No.” She shifted her ankles. “But it… It turns me on. The thought of it. I want to try it.”

“Do you trust me?”

She was quick to answer. “Yes.”

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“I’m not going to make it too tight, but you won’t be able to move.”

“I understand.”

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