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I drop my head back against the wall, my eyes never leaving his. Each breath is shaky, and I’m not even sure my legs work right now. I’m smiling, overwhelmed and happy and wrecked with want. Every inch of my skin is coated in goose bumps.

“You know you do. Now, where’s the key?”

“Next to you. Dresser.”

“Good.” I pocket it. “Hands on the chair and keep them there until I say so.”

He does it, but he’s smiling like he has a trick up his nonexistent sleeve. I’m already looking forward to cracking that facade, bringing Charlie to the brink of what he can withstand, then pushing just a little farther, until he’s begging me to let him come.

“Yes?” he asks, wagging his brows and grinning. “It looks like you want something.”

What I want is to devour him. To strip myself bare and use his tongue as my personal toy. I want to bathe us both in the inferno of my desire until he’s a whimpering mess, begging for release.

“You know what I want,” I say.

“Do I?”

I push off the wall, stalking toward him.

“Yes, you do.”

CHAPTER 49

I’M YOURS (RUIN ME)

CHARLIE

Emma walks into the room, and I have to grip the armrests to keep myself from reaching out, especially when she pulls her shirt out of her pants and slowly undoes the last few buttons in a striptease.

Fuck. This is either the best or worst idea I’ve ever had.

“Like what you see?” she asks.

Even though she wasn’t addressing it directly, my dick twitches like it’s trying to answer her.

Her smile is wicked.

She lets her shirt fall to the floor behind her, her nipples peaked and begging for attention. Fuck, I need to get my mouth on those gorgeous tits right now.

“I think I’ll leave this here.” Emma pulls the key from her pocket and places it on the side table at my elbow. It brings her close enough to touch, and I jump on the opportunity, mouthing at her breast through her bra, licking and sucking one of her perfect nipples into my mouth.

She gasps but doesn’t immediately pull away. I switch to the other one.

“Did I say you could touch me?” she asks.

My cock strains at the breathlessness in her voice, throbbing with the need to get harder. I lick a trail up her neck. “You said not to move my hands. You didn’t say anything about my mouth.”

With a hum, she pulls away and stands between my open thighs. Her gaze touches every inch of me, top to tail, lingering every time she gets to the cage.

I dig my fingers in harder.

“What brought this on?” Emma asks, popping the button of her slacks. She drags the zipper down, bit by bit, and I’m at the mercy of her control. My blood flows like lava in my veins, pooling between my legs.

“You said you wanted to try it, and tonight seemed like a good night.”

Like at the office, Emma can push when I want to pull, and vice versa. I don’t always need this, to let go so completely, but when I do, she knows exactly how to handle me.

Her pants drop, pooling at her feet. Then she kicks them aside.

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