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“No,” she repeats more seriously. The smirk that pulls at the corner of her mouth is all feminine satisfaction. She’s riding high from her orgasm. “I should’ve known you don’t concede that easily. My insistence was ridiculous anyway, we definitely would’ve had sex. Zero percent chance we would’ve held back.”

I knew that, but to hear her say it has me throbbing. I swallow against the renewed sense of need and try not to let it show as I comb her hair away from her face. “I’m still sorry. It was my first time letting go in a while, and there were some things that caught me off guard. New things to discuss in therapy.”

“Therapy is good. But you didn’t hurt me, Reed. You asked if I wanted you to stop. If I’d said yes, I guarantee you would’ve. I’m glad you didn’t, though. That was incredible.”Her eyes are winter shifting into spring—the first freshly green leaves among the dark, frozen soil—warming after a long winter chill. She brushes her nose against mine, and we meet in a slow kiss that has ashes flaring into wildfires. My hands roam everywhere, mapping the softness of her skin. She gifts me with a slow, sly smile. “You don’t have to suffer in silence.”

“I’m fine,” I say. It’s only a half-lie. I need to make sure she’s not going to bolt once the shock wears off. “Want a blanket? Let me untie you.” Petra shakes her head, leaving me to figure out what she needs. “I can run a bath, or put on some white noise and spoon you. Let me be what you need, Pet.”

“Aftercare applies to both parties, Reed. What about what you need?” Petra turns on her side, the peak of her breast tight anddark, and it takes all my effort to direct my gaze to her face. Her smile widens. “Help me up?”

“Of course,” I say, reaching for her bindings.

She frowns. “Leave it. That’s not what I said. Help me up.”

My brain moves sluggishly as I get to my feet and help her stand. I pull her close by her forearms and check her hands anyway. Her color is fine, and I can slide two fingers under the tie. Not bad for heat-of-the-moment.

Petra tilts her face up, soft and serene. “I told you I’m fine.”

“Just checking,” I say. She’s undeniably hot: rosy-cheeked, lips swollen, wrists bound. I tuck the straps of her bra under the bindings and over her hands so it falls to the floor.

She laughs. “One hell of a magic trick.”

I brush her hair behind her shoulder, her skin soft and dewy. “What’s going on in there? Let me in your head, Pet.”

“Don’t worry, I’m about to make it clear.” Petra grins and pushes my chest with her bound hands. I stumble back, catching myself on the chaise next to the window. “Sit.”

I see where she’s going with this, and I’m lightheaded. “You don’t have to—” It’s a halfhearted protest. My dick is completely on board.

“Sit,” she demands, pushing at my chest again. I drop like a stone onto the seat, and Petra laughs. Her head back tilts back with it, lengthening the column of her neck. She’s more exquisite than I imagined as she braces her hands on my shoulders to sink to her knees. She’s not shy or giggling, though joy still lingers in the brightness of her eyes. She’s confident, determined, amused. It’s an even headier combination.

“You’re a vision.” I stroke her cheek, and she closes her eyes and leans into it.

“You wanted me tied up, Reed, and I am. You want to be dominant? Do it.”

Jesus. Want and responsibility tear me apart. I shake my head, and when she opens her mouth to protest, I smother it with a kiss. I lose my composure as I dive into her mouth. She pulls at mywaistband and wraps her hands around my cock, freeing it from the stifling material. I hold on to the back of her neck so I can kiss her as long as I want, and she moans into my mouth.

“Oh,” I groan, wanting that vibration everywhere. Needing more eyes, lips, and hands. I never have enough of them when I’m with her. When I withdraw, her chest heaves, and her lips are red and full. “Tell me you want it.”

She doesn’t hesitate. “I want it.”

“Explicitly, Petra.”

She swallows, but when she speaks, her voice is husky. “I want to make you feel the way I do. You don’t just get me off, Reed. You cherish me. I want you to feel that. I want you to know it with your cock in my mouth. I want you to picture me when you close your eyes,tesoro mio. I want you to come down my throat. I want your orgasm to belong to me, the way mine belongs to you.”

It’s painful how hard I throb at that. My aural kink mixed with her voice is going to kill me.

“I forgot. I keep forgetting and I don’t know why. Come here, Reed.”

She beckons me in, and between me bending low and her stretching up to my ear, her bare skin presses against mine and sets off fireworks across my body. Petra kisses my jaw, my ear, and then her bound hands nestle my cock between her tits.

“You’re the only man to make me come with his mouth,” she murmurs, feathering her lips across my shoulder. “To make me orgasm when I’m told to. The only man I’ve wanted to talk dirty with, Reed. Your fantasy? I’d do it. I wished I was wearing something sheer on the beach when you unzipped my coat,tesoro. Do you think anyone paid attention to us on the bluffs? I would’ve. Your eyes shined with my nipple in your mouth and your hand around my neck. I loved it, but this time I want you to choke me with something else.”

“Oh God,” I groan, gripping the seat of the chaise for dear life. The combination of her silken skin and her soft words in my ear send my system into overload. Each syllable is sex—my name ispure sin. Her words pour over me like lava, seeping through my pores and filling me like an empty vessel until I’m drowning in liquid fire.

“Take them off, Reed,” she demands. She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m naked within a second, and her gaze drips, lingers, and warms my skin like hot wax. She might be kneeling with her wrists tied, but I’m completely at her mercy. “Rugby is so underrated.”

“Have you ever watched a game?” I ask. She smiles as she shakes her head, then drops away to lick a hot stripe from root to tip, swirling her tongue over the head of my cock before repeating the motion. Her eyes glimmer as she sucks me down, and my hands dive into her hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Pet.”

She retreats, laughing. “Is this how you felt earlier, when I couldn’t think of anything but you? You make me feel invincible. Powerful.”

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