Page 33 of Stalked By the Recruiter

My hand trailed the line of her hip, and her eyes caught mine, but I didn’t stop. My thumb rounded her belly button, and I loved the way her belly quivered beneath my touch. Her eyes shined with need and frustration. When I skimmed the bottom of her breast, she bit down on that pretty bottom lip of hers to keep from moaning.

She knows the rules. No one gets to hear her but me.

“I know our moms set this whole thing up—“ She felt bad about cancelling, but the only option was making it a party of three because there was no way I’d let her go to lunch alone with this new professor.

“Carmen, I’m serious. It’s not a big deal. We haven’t met, but honestly, I’m glad you met someone, and I genuinely hope it all works out.”

Of course, we’ll work out.I might not have said the words out loud, but by the way Carmen’s brow rose, she knew what I had been thinking.

“Thank you. Maybe I could set you up on a date with my friend?”My sweet little matchmaker.“She works at the library, too.”

“Thanks, Carmen, but I’m not really ready to date. Umm…” He cleared his throat. “Long story, but good luck with everything.”

“Thanks, and, umm, you too.” He ended the call, and I dropped the phone on the nightstand next to us.

“Happy?” she asked with playful sass.

“Hmm,” I sighed slowly, loving the way her eyes soaked me in. I felt her gaze like a fucking touch, and my dick was not mad about it. “Not as happy as I will be.” I grinned.

I walked to the end of the bed and took in the incredible sight before me. Who needed to go see the Eiffel Tower or the Leaning Tower of Pisa when they had the eighth wonder of the world in their bedroom? There was nothing more beautiful, more jaw dropping, more awe inspiring than the sight of my woman, naked and tied to my bed.

Fuck. She was beautiful!

Spread out, her wrists and ankles tied with velvet-lined straps that were connected and strapped to the bedframe. My hands rubbed the silky-smooth skin at her ankles, and I didn’t miss the way she squirmed. Not because she wanted to get away from me but because she was soaking wet, needing so much more.

“Be good, baby,” I mumbled. With open palms, my hands made their journey up her gorgeous legs.

“Andres.” Fuck, the sound of my name off her lips was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard. It was also the most soothing and beautiful. Fuck, I was so damn in love with her, there was no way out.

“Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “You said you wanted to play today,” I muttered, grazing the tips of her thighs with the backs of my fingers. I still couldn’t believe how fucking lucky I was. Not only was Carmen made for me outside of the bedroom, but in it as well. We’d talked about our fantasies and preferences,and when she confessed she loved the idea of handing someone control and being his submissive, I’d about kissed the ground she walked on.

“What do you call me, beautiful?”

“Sir,” she answered stunningly. Without hesitation. The trust she handed to me, especially after knowing everything she had been through in the past, was fucking humbling and not something I would ever fumble. My dick jerked behind the loose boxers I wore.

That thing she had brought to life in me, the savage feral animal, was all but ready to pounce. But we both liked the idea of playing with our girl before we found our release. My knee hit the mattress, and she tried to lift her head and look at me. The movement made her tits bounce, and I smiled like a wolf who knew he was about to eat really fucking well.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from where my fingers touched her skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. “Love how your body reacts to my touch.” Her limbs strained against the restraints, and I tsked.

“You trying to escape, beautiful?”

“Andres!” she gasped.

“Where are we?” I asked, needing to make sure we were on the same page. “You know the colors, Carmen, baby. Green is good, yellow we need a break, red to stop,” I recapped.

“Green!” she gritted through her clenched teeth. “So green.”

“Good, baby.” My lips dropped to her knees. “You have the sexiest knees I’ve ever seen.”

“Knees aren’t supposed to be sexy,” she sassed. My lips twitched. Even tied up she couldn’t help herself, and fuck, I loved that. It showed me just how comfortable she was with me.

“Maybe on other women, but you? Fuck, Carmen.” I swallowed. My Adam’s apple bobbed. “So fucking sexy. I could kneel right here, between these pretty legs, just like this—“ Idid as I described, sitting back on my haunches before my hand pulled my dick out of the waistband of my boxers. Her eyes zeroed in on the way I slowly started to stroke. “And fucking play and come at the sight of your knees.”

“You’re crazy.” She gasped.

“Fuck yeah, I am.” I chuckled darkly. “Fucking crazy about you.” I let go of my dick and leaned down to kiss her knees.

“Baby,” she whined, pulling on the ropes that held her in place. I laughed again.

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