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He walked her backward toward her bedroom, tagging the light switch as they went. “What else does it make you think of?”

She slid her hands under his shirt. “How I didn’t get to do half of what I wanted to do with you that night.”

He arched a brow while shooting her his own coy smile. “Pretty sure tonight’s your night, baby. Gonna let you do whatever you want.”

A gleam hit her eyes. “Even put cuffs on you?”

That stopped him in his tracks. “Why would you want to do that?”

She shot him a curious look which faded to realization. “I guess I never told you. For so long, I wanted to be the one who cuffed you and brought you down.”

“Brought me down? You wanted to arrest me?”

She looked slightly contrite. “I did. It doesn’t make sense, but—”

“Baby, you don’t need to justify it. Hell, I wanted you gone every time I caught sight of you.”

Her head tilted, even as he moved them into the bedroom. “Yeah, but that isn’t nearly the same as wanting to arrest someone.”

He leaned forward, forcing her to bend backward, and he turned on her bedside lamp. “I have to think about that, since I’ve never let anyone restrain me, Blume.”

“Yeah,” she whispered when she straightened.

“For now though, we’re pressed for time since you got work in the morning and I’ve got church. So, I hope you got a plan B in mind.”

She kissed a path along his jaw. “Pay closer attention, genius. ‘I didn’t even get to half of what I wanted to do’. …So yeah, I definitely got back-up plans.”

Chapter 25

Bonus Points with Aunt Nadia

Whitney

The button on Mensa’sjeans slid free, and I worked his zipper down. He was right – the cuffs should wait for another night, because I wanted to take my time if he ever decided to be restrained. The very thought of it made me shift foot to foot.

He helped me by pushing his pants and boxer briefs down while toeing out of his boots. I stroked his stiff cock and sank to my knees.

He slid a hand in my hair. “You got a whole bed here, and you want to get on your knees, baby? Are you sure?”

I licked around his tip and glanced up at him. “I’m sure.”

His eyes smoldered, and I felt a thrill of power surge through me. I opened my mouth and took him as far as I could.

“Fuck, Whitney. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Reflexively, I hummed in response.

Mensa hissed and fisted my hair. That tug sent a shiver through me from my head to my toes. I redoubled my efforts, adding more suction and gripping him tighter.

“Oh, hell. I’m not gonna last long, Whitney.”

I released him long enough to whisper, “Good.”

He stared down at me. “Are you sure about that?”

I traced my fingers around his balls. “Very.”

His fingers in my hair relaxed. With that as my cue, I licked his length before guiding him deep into my mouth. I reveled in hearing his reactions. With my free hand, I reached around and squeezed his ass.

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