Page 239 of Moon's Promise

Cupping her butt, Moon lifted her up to him and plastered her body against him. “None of them can do as many push-ups as I can,” he bragged, carrying her toward the bed.

“Have you guys had a competition to see?” Biting back a giggle, she stuck an awed expression on her face.

“I win every time.”

“Was Jesus there?” Larissa dared to ask.

“Yes.” Moon ground out, remembering he told her it was her night to choose what she wanted, but it was obvious already that he had plans to pay her back tomorrow night for that comment.

The man was lying through his teeth, but she pretended to believe him.

As he set her down on the bed, her hands went to the opening of his jeans as he started unwinding the rope.

“The next time you guys compete against each other, can I come?”

Frowning, she wondered why the rope was suddenly becoming tighter around her.

“No.”

“I promise to be completely unbiased,” she not so innocently offered.

“I bet you will.”

She wondered if he was aware how menacing his face now looked? Was he meaning to scare her? Somehow, she thought he was.

“Moon … uh … the rope is getting a little tight.”

“Is it hurting you?”

“No …”

“Then you’re good.”

She knew she was in peril when she realized too late that Moon had removed the rope from around her waist to wind it around her ankle then extend it to her thigh, winding it around before looping it just over her elbow before using the end of the rope to tie her hands together.

Running her tongue under her lip, she thoughtfully stared at his handiwork. The jerk had managed to tie her in an extremely suggestive pose.

“I see your skills with the rope extend to more than using it for jumping.”

“I’ve had some practice.”

“More than some from my position.”

Jealousy was about to get the best of her until she saw him removing his jeans. Seeing his erect penis would have had her fanning herself but, thankfully, her hands were tied. She would be damned if she was going to let Moon win this round.

Using her tied-up hands, she patted the mattress next to her. “Come here.”

Suspiciously, Moon climbed onto the bed to lie next to her. He ran his hand over the curve of her hip to slide it down to her groin. “Your sexy as fuck tied up like this,” he murmured appreciatively.

“I’m glad you like it.” Unable to do much of anything, tied as she was, it only left one option.

She relaxed and went with it.

“This isn’t so bad,” she commented. “This turns you on?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Then we can do this from time to time, as long as it doesn’t get too exotic.”

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