Page 138 of Close Knit

“Naughty Knots?” He reads the title and reaches for it. “What’s this?”

“Wait!” I bolt up, lunging across the room and yanking the pages out of his hand. “I thought it was a knitting book…” Thebook disappears behind my back. My blue knitted nightgown is working overtime, trying to mask the spine.

His brow quirks up with curiosity. “And?”

I blush. “I was sorely mistaken.”

“Interesting.” He props his head up with his palm, smirking. “Let me see it, Daphne,” he says sternly.

Flush spreads across my chest and collarbones. “No.”

He reaches around me, attempting to grab it, but I leap back.

A spark lights up in his eyes. That was totally the wrong move. He loves it when I toy with him. Cameron stands, towering over me. Shrinking beneath his gaze, I toss on my most innocent look and flutter my eyelashes up toward him.

“Enough. Hand it over.”

“Fine, but just know that the cover is misleading.” I show him the glossy cover, where there’s a hand bound with rope around each finger. He takes it and flips through the pages. My insides turn and twist with excitement as he takes in the very saucy images in front of him.

“This is a book on bondage.”

Be big, Daphne.I flick my eyes toward the ground, nod, and inhale before looking back up with a newfound confidence.

“Well, I ended up looking through it, and it seemed really interesting,” I say in a flirty tone. “Figured it could be a fun Yes Year activity for us.”

Oh my god, am I out of my comfort zone. My nerves are on edge, but I try to stay confident and own it.

“Well, we do have plenty of yarn.” He tilts his chin to the wooden basket brimming with various yarns in the corner of her room. The air between us is heavy with anticipation and a touch of thrill.

“Pick a color, Cameron.”

“Pick the knot, you naughty girl.” He winks, returning the book to me and slowly meandering to the yarn.

“Eek! Okay, I’m actually totally excited.” I sit cross-legged on the edge of my bed, flipping to a page that I dog-eared when the book arrived in the mail yesterday. What can I say? I was intrigued by all the knots and handiwork. Maybe it’s the knitter in me.

“You’ve already done your homework?”

“Took me over an hour to find the position I wanted to try first,” I admit, running my hand over the page. “Grab one of the three yarns on top—they’re the best for…bondage.”

“I think it’s sexy that you planned this for us.” He grabs the yarn in a blue-green shade that closely matches my eyes. My pulse escalates.

“Think you can manage this?” I flip the book around, showing him the instructions for a chest harness.

“I’m always up for learning new techniques,” he replies, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

I sit on the bed, my heart pounding in a heady mix of anticipation and nervous excitement, as both Cameron and I read the instructions for the harness. And byread, I mean stare at Cameron’s abs, which are looking extra taut tonight. I gulp, letting my fingers trace the soft, thick yarn in my lap. He splays a palm against my thigh, the weight possessive and reassuring. My throat feels hot as his hand climbs up my torso and his fingers wander across my skin.

“I’ll start with two loops of the yarn, wrapping them around your chest from front to back.”

“Should I take off my nightgown?” I ask, my pulse quickening at the mere thought of what we’re about to do.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he assures me. With that, I remove my dress in one smooth motion, tossing it to the floor. He inhales, taking in my nude body, then leans forward and whispers in my ear, “You are so gorgeous.” His breath is tinged with peppermint, feeling icy along my skin. Goose bumpsprickle my entire body. “Let’s pick a safe word,” he says as he hovers over my collarbone.

“A safe word?” I gulp, arching my back, aching for him to touch me. “My goodness, how kinky are these knots?”

“So eager for me to touch you.” He chuckles in a deep tone. “Pick a word.”

I meet his darkened gaze, thinking for a second. “Um—stop?”

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