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Her gaze trailed over his body, making his cock jump. She nodded. “Okay. Go get cleaned up, and then I need to shower. It’s not weird that we’re not showering together, right?”

He shook his head and then palmed her cheek, his thumb gently grazing over her skin. “No, not at all. Whatever makes you feel secure is the right thing to do.”

She nodded, not sure if she trusted her voice. Harry was being very nice. He could go out and pick a woman who wasn’t psychologically damaged. The hell she’d been put through had changed her. For some reason, Harry wanted to help her.

The sound of the shower played in the background as she sipped some water. How should she handle being in charge of sex. It wasn’t like she had a plan written out. Blowjobs got guys off. That was the easy answer. How would this work with the runaway thoughts that took her back to hell or the guilt and pain she still suffered from?

The shower cut off, and panic rose. She could do this. She had to. There had to be a win in something for her. Successfully having sex with Harry would take away some of the bad things going through her mind.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, their gazes met. His cock was still hard, but not as hard as it had been. He still wanted her. That gave her some measure of bravery.

They didn’t speak as she headed into the bathroom to clean up a bit. Harry was in the bedroom moving around when she turned on the shower. She’d pulled up her hair, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The pain reflected in her eyes had lessened but was still there. Self-reflection was too difficult, so she pushed thoughts away and stepped into the shower.

For the first few seconds of hot water pounding down on her body, she was fine. Then fear paralyzed her. Bad thoughts swirled around her mind when she closed her eyes, so she opened them and forced herself to stick with the present. Harry, an incredibly sexy man, was waiting for her. She desired him. There was no trickery in his words or actions. He wasn’t doing this to force power on her. In fact, he was giving up all the power just for her.

After soaping up, she rinsed and decided she was ready for him. After switching off the water, she dried her body as her mind drifted to thoughts of Harry and the last time they’d been together. She wanted this.

When she stepped into the bedroom, she saw that Harry’s legs were bound at the ankles, and one wrist was bound to the headboard.

“I couldn’t do the other wrist,” Harry said.

Her stomach clenched and she had to force herself to move closer. This was what she wanted as long as she kept her mind in the here and now. Rogue thoughts of the compound would only get her in trouble. “I’ll do it.” Her hands shook as she fastened the strap to his wrist.

“Tighten it more.”

She met his gaze, her breath coming in gasps. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He shook his head. “You won’t hurt me. I’m ready.”

“Jesus, I’m nervous,” she whispered.

“It’s okay. You take your time. I’m good here.”

His words made her smile. “So you’re good, just lying on the bed, unable to move?” Guilt filled her. “What if something happens? Maybe I should untie you.”

“Don’t you dare,” Harry said. He blew out a breath and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he met her gaze with such honesty that it scared her. “I can get out of this. We’re taught how to escape. I won’t, though, unless something weird happens. I’m going to lie here and let you do what you want because, Rory, I love you, and I understand that this, you standing there naked and me being on the bed naked, is a big deal. If this is all you want to do, like if you’re done and don’t want to take this further, I’m fine. You can untie me, and we’ll curl up and go to bed. But if you want, you can explore my body, get yourself off, do whatever you need to do to make you happy.”

Tears gathered in her eyes, and she swiped them away before crawling onto the bed. She sat with her feet tucked under her as she let her gaze travel over his body. Her hand shook as she moved to touch his chest. He flinched from her touch, but she could see it was a good flinch.

Her hand slid down his chest to his stomach, then lower. She trailed one finger over his dick, watching how he grew harder. She had never really had the opportunity to spend time like this playing with a guy’s body without having him take over.

She took her time touching him, exploring his muscles all the way down to his ankles. She’d moved between his legs and was staring at him, loving how he totally trusted her. This was a position she knew she wouldn’t be able to get into, at least not for a long time.

“Do you like what you see?” Harry asked.

“Maybe.” Laughter spilled out. “Duh, you’re fucking hot.”

“I’m passable.”

She ran her hands up his legs to his thighs. His quads were absolutely glorious. “You’re more than passable. You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re the gorgeous one. I’m just a guy.”

“Well, thank goodness I like guys.”

“Yes, thank goodness you do. I mean, if you didn’t, I hope you would find some woman who was great, but I’m glad you want to spend time with me.”

“I more than just want to spend time with you.” Rory had moved, so her knees either had to go on the outside of his hips, or she would have to lie on top of him. She crawled over him so her knees were on either side of his body, straddling him.

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