Page 64 of Out of Control

“Good girl.” He spoke softly, using that deep voice that he knew drove me crazy. But his eyes were just so fucking amused.

“You asshole!” I laughed, pushing against his chest. “You’re doing all the Booktok book boyfriend shit!”

He backed up a few steps at my gentle shove, but I’d only pushed him into the doorway to the kitchen.

“Come here,” he said, jerking his head to the side, gesturing me closer. I moved on instinct to his side, and the motherfucker lifted his arm up along the doorframe and leaned his body in so close to mine, staring down into my eyes. Not the doorframe lean!

“Hey, baby,” he said, giving me that gentle, sexy smile of his. Nothing else. Justhey, baby.

Motherfucker. I was going to be so late to work.

He saw the surrender in my eyes, lifting his free arm up to run his thumb along my lower lip. “What a good girl.”

Thank god I’d already put the lid on my coffee because I dropped everything in my hands faster than if they wereburning me. His arms met me as I threw myself against him, holding me hard to his hard body, kissing me with just as much fervor and fury as I kissed him. But then he stopped just as suddenly as I started. Before I had a chance to complain, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. “You’re coming with me.”

“Stop it!” I cried, laughing so hard my words were obscured. “No more Booktok! I get it, you did your research!” My words stuttered as he began to climb up the stairs. I didn’t know why I was surprised that he remembered my taunts from so long ago during that first week we met—the old softie seemed to remember every single thing I’d ever said to him, no matter how trivial or unimportant.

But I still didn’t know what any of this had to do with his new tie.

We entered our bedroom and Lucas flung me unceremoniously down onto the bed, my body bouncing on the mattress.

“God, I love it when you do that,” he groaned, pulling the tie loose, his neck muscles elongating as he worked them back and forth against the pull of the tie until it was free.

“Do what?” I asked, fighting off a smile, but I knew exactly what. I was leaning back on my elbows so my chest was pushed out, glancing demurely up at him from under my eyelashes. My legs dangled off the edge of the bed and I kept my knees modestly together.

“Pretend that you’re just a naïve, innocent little girl. Pretend that you don’t expect me to spread these very legs—” he began, hands gliding up the thighs of the legs inquestion “—and drink in every drop of you. That you’re not waiting, anxiously, impatiently, for me to do just that.”

“I can be patient,” I lied with a shrug. He kneeled down in front of me, hands paused at the very top of my thighs, my pencil skirt pushed up to accommodate him.

“Good. You’ll need to be.” And then this man—the one who could never keep his mouth to himself—actually kissed up andpastmy impatiently waiting pussy, farther up my body. I would never complain about him covering my small form with his large one, but it was definitely a surprise.

“Whatcha doin’ up here?” I asked. He laughed, the sound starting off joyful, but trailing off in a wickedly delicious way.

“Trying something new.” His hands were firm against my body, following my curves from my hips all the way up my shoulders and along my arms. He kissed me again, deeply, and then pulled back a couple inches to meet my eyes. “Do you love me, Athena?”

“With everything I have in me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“And with your body?” His hands were trailing over my wrists, guiding them up above my head. Only as the silk tie began to encircle my wrist did I realize he still held it in his hand. My breath caught in my throat for half a second before I could answer.

“Always.”

“That’s my good girl,” he complimented, wrapping the tie loosely around my wrist, and then leaning over to pull a second matching tie from his nightstand drawer to wrap around mysecond wrist. Then he brought out the next item from the drawer.

“Lucas,” I began.

“Ssh,” he whispered. A good thing, too, since I had no idea what I wanted to say or even how I felt when he carefully clicked the first handcuff in place over my wrist, the luxuriously soft silk tie protecting my delicate wrist from the hard metal. “I’ve got you, baby.”

I knew he did. His next kiss was still deep, but slow, languid, as he fed the open side of the handcuffs through the decorative iron of the headboard and brought my second hand into position, locking me in place.

“I’ve imagined this, you know. You under me, handcuffed to the bed, at my mercy and under my control, eyes staring at me with so much fucking need—” He paused to clear his throat. “I’ve had this image of you in my head since the very fucking day I met you, Athena Kane, and I can say with one hundred percent certainty that my imagination is shit because nothing compares to the reality.”

“And what are you gonna do about it now?” I challenged. He was already unbuttoning my blouse, spreading the material and revealing more of me to his eager eyes.

“I’ll start by thanking you for trusting me,” he said, hands skimming down my torso, reaching back under my ass to hook his fingers in the waistband of my thong, pulling it down my legs. “To show my gratitude, I’m going to fuck you like the good girl you are until you’re done screaming my name, and then I’m going to let you go into work only one hour late.”

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