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“Maybe I don’t need these,” he said, tossing the cuffs onto the bed next to her hip. He stripped his shirt off, tossing it on top of her clothes, the action strangely intimate.

“Oh, you do,” she said emphatically. “Because you get much closer and there’s no way my hands are staying up here if I have anything to say about it.”

He pushed his shorts and underwear to the floor and kicked them away. “Oh yeah?”

“Come here and I’ll show you.”

He put a knee on the mattress and climbed up next to her. He was already hard and aching, and he thought about just rolling on a condom and going for it. The foreplay had been going on for days. Years, really.

But then she squirmed, her legs parting, her back arching, her breasts rising, and Scott knew he couldn’t jump ahead. Didn’t want to. He’d been inside of her sweet body. And that had been heaven. No question. But he hadn’t been able to worship her body, make her crazy, make herhis.

He reached for the handcuffs as she reached for him. She ran her hand down his chest, her fingers trailing over his pecs, nipples, and abs. Scott held his breath as her hand drifted lower and then clasped his cock.

He groaned as she sighed, squeezing him gently, then stroking tip to base. Then she shifted, curling quickly so she could replace her hand with her mouth.

“Holy…Peyton.”His hand went to her head, tangling in her hair to stop her from sucking him deeper into the hot, wet paradise of her mouth. But he hesitated. He could let her go for a minute. Or two.

She licked and swirled and sucked, and Scott felt his fingers tightening in her hair, as the pleasure built and threatened to pull him under.

“Peyton…”

She shifted back and looked up at him. “I have wanted to do this for so long,”

And just like that he was on the edge of coming.

He tugged on her hair. “Can’t do it. Hands up.”

She gave him a look. “You know I’ve been thinking about this since the other day during your shower.”

“Yeah, me too,” he told her. “And a few other things. So put your hands up.”

She grinned and shifted to lie back on the bed. “That’s funny from a cop, you know.”

He gave a little growl and grabbed her wrists, pulling them over her head. He wrapped the cuffs around one slat in the headboard, then around her wrists and clicked them into place.

She wiggled and he looked down to find her already breathing harder. She liked this. A lot.

“God, you’re a dream come true,” he told her, running one hand over her hair, down her shoulder and then farther, over her breast, stomach, brushing over her mound, then down her thigh.

She sighed, as if his touch was actually comforting her, and shifted her legs apart. “Please do every dirty thing that you’ve been bottling up for the past two years.Please.”

He chuckled. Of course she might be handcuffed to his bed, but she would still use everything else she had to make him crazy. Like her mouth.

He kissed her, holding her chin and ravaging her mouth, his tongue stroking deep, tasting her, giving her a hint about what his tongue would be doing very, very soon on another part of her body. He’d had her, but he hadn’treallyhad her. Hadn’t put his mouth on every inch, hadn’t erased every thought of any other man, hadn’t made her mindless with pleasure.

And that all ended now.

He cupped one breast, thumbing over her nipple until the point was stiff, then lowered his mouth, licking and sucking. She encouraged him with soft moans and yeses and more wiggling. Her hips didn’t stop. Like she was looking for something, needed something. He put a hand between her legs, just cupping her as he sucked and gently bit one nipple.

Her breath hissed out and he felt her lifting into his hand.

The way she moved her hips was already making him crazy.

“Scott, seriously, please,” she begged.

Already. Peyton didn’t seem the type to beg. But if she lost her mind a little bit with him? Yeah, he was good with that. He circled the pad of his finger over her clit. “What do you want, Trouble? A little more of this?”

Her neck arched as she pressed her head back into the pillow. “Yes, oh yes, please.”

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