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“I’ll get you another one. I’ll get you ten.”

Emma giggled. “Not aDe Ollaone. Any other kind.” Any apron she wore would be ruined, just like the suit he had been wearing last night.

“Okay,” he agreed a little too readily. “I will have one delivered before lunch, so be ready,” he said, punctuating his words with a light spank before leaving the room to order breakfast.

She waited for the click, signaling the door had closed before scooting up on the bed, trying to strike a pose that was both comfortable and enticing.

After all, she wanted her husband to enjoy the view.

Chapter Forty-Eight

EMMA

She fell back against the sheets, out of breath with the anonymous apron tangled around her neck. Emma felt a tug and lifted her pleasure-drugged head so Garrett could pull it off.

He withdrew from her body as he backed away. “I’m going to leave you like this now, my cum still flowing from your body while I shower. I have twenty minutes before my next meeting. Is that okay with you?”

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured. “Fix my mask.”

He adjusted the eye-covering as she made herself comfortable, raising one leg and leaning it against one of the pillows so that it lay open, leaving her pussy wet and exposed.

Harsh breathing filled the room. “You’re going to be late,” she reminded him.

“Yeah,” he rasped. “Until later.”

Feeling very smug and not a little sore, she lay back, luxuriating in the softness of the bed as the shower started. She was still shifting around, making herself comfortable while he dressed. He groaned more than once as she stretched on the bed.

Why was it you could feel when someone’s eyes were on you? Garrett’s gaze was almost physical. She could almost feel it, a glancing touch skating over her breasts and thighs.

“Remind me why I thought this was a good idea,” he said, frustrated as hell. He ran out of the room, the door closing firmly behind him.

Emma spent the whole day naked, an experience both bizarre and decadent.

She lazed about on the bed, undoing the very loose knot of her bindings once or twice to use the facilities and to eat lunch with him when he brought it.

Other times he would come in and he would touch and stroke, fucking her if he had enough time between meetings and other important tasks.

It must have been late afternoon when he came in again, rousing her from a light sleep. But this time he didn’t move toward the bed.

She was naked, her nipples stiff despite the fact Garrett had turned up the temperature so she’d be comfortable. Her legs were open, exposed to him, the proof of their earlier lovemaking sticking to her skin, just like he wanted.

“Garrett?” she asked, her voice groggy with sleep.

The air moved. It was followed by the sound of the door closing.

Confused, she turned her head and pressed against her arm to nudge the mask up. The room was empty.

Emma lay back and sighed, figuring Garrett must not have heard her, his mind on his work. It was a busy day for him. He’d been popping in and out, watching without waking her to savor the picture she made. But she didn’t mind. That was why she was here, to give him what he needed on his terms.

It was her gift to him.

He didn’t return until late afternoon with elaborately prepared sushi rolls for an early dinner.

Emma was starving but she let Garrett feed her one piece at a time while her hands remained bound. When they were done, she stretched out in silent invitation, and he stripped down and fucked her one more time before cleaning up and changing for one final meeting.

Feeling pleasantly sore and lethargic, she showered, letting the hotwater soothe her overused muscles. Some of their sex had been rough and she’d been bound for a lot of it, but for the most part, Garrett had been very careful with her.

Revived by the shower, she quickly dried off and dressed. She gathered her things and put them back in her overnight bag before settling down to wait for Garrett.

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