Page 123 of Not Just a Trick Play

“I got the skills. As you know.” I wink. I pull off my shirt, kick my jeans and underwear off, and then I’m back on top of her.

A little crease forms between her brows. “You mean you could have gotten loose at any point?”

I drop a kiss on her nose. “Not when we first met. I only found out afterward they were trick handcuffs. Guess how stupid I felt?”

She bites her lip. “So you could have unlocked me and sent me off even if I hadn’t tossed the key away?”

“Yes.” But then I go solemn. “But I wasn’t taking any chances with you running from me. Not until I had you locked down with a promise not to leave.”

I reach up and smooth her brow before skimming her temples and cupping her face. But then I smirk. “But if cuffs are your thing, I’ve no problem setting up a red room of our own.”

She blinks up at me, but then a spark creeps in. Her long legs wrap around my waist, digging into my sides. She leans forward, and I let her roll us over, so she’s straddling me.

She scoots up, so her knees are just under my armpits and then shackles each of my wrists in her hands and drags them over my head, staring down at me in triumph. “And if I want to be the one calling the play?”

I smile up at her. “I’m all yours.” Because I am. Completely. Forever. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She inhales slowly, her features softening. “I love you.” The wariness is gone now replaced by something unshakable, a quiet promise.

Air stalls in my lungs as I wait. All thoughts flee except one insistent imperative: Lock this girl down and make her mine.

She kisses me with a fierce possessiveness that has me almost weepy. Grateful doesn’t begin to cover it. She smiles against my mouth, our breath mingling. She tastes of sweetness and smells of joy. My joy.

She slides down my torso, her slick pussy dragging along my abs, her legs parting wider. My already hard dick responds. She lifts slightly, so that I’m notched at her entrance.

I lick my dry lips, taking in the sheen of her skin, the way her tits sway as she moves, the lush hair that sweeps across her face. A lump forms in my throat and I haul in an unsteady breath. “Amelia.”

She sinks down, inch by inch, until I’m buried inside her. Heat ripples through me in waves. I shudder as her tight, wet grip strangles my cock so good. I feel it in my balls, and need radiates down my thighs.

She sets a slow, torturous rhythm. Up, down. Teasing strokes, long deliberate slides. I let her draw it out. Chest heaving, I fight to stay still even though my fingers twitch with the urge to grab on to her. With every downstroke, she takes me deeper and deeper, grinding against me, picking up speed. My muscles strain and I grit my teeth. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

“That’s it, Sweets.” I groan. “Move that sweet little ass and fuck me back. Damn, you feel good.”

When her movements stutter, I grasp her waist and pull her down farther on my dick, slamming her into me, again and again, and she loves it.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chants.

“Never,” I growl. “Never fucking ever.”

I grind up against her, and she clenches as she comes, her pussy milking my cock as her cries echo in the room.

Her dark lashes flutter, revealing those stunning sapphire blue eyes that bore into mine, open and trusting, and so full of tenderness that I lose it. I thrust up into her—rough, fast, frantic.

My entire body draws tight as pleasure punches through me, and I arch, coming so hard that for a split second, it’s as if I might never catch another breath. Like this is the end. But then I force air into my lungs—I’m not going anywhere. Nothing canstop me from doing this again. And again. Because I belong to Amelia. Now and always.

A long, long while later, we’re on our sides facing each other. “Liked the getup, Sweets,” I murmur. Her red bra’s hanging off the side of the mattress.

Her lips curve into a sly, sexy grin. “Thought you might.”

“You know me well.”

We share a smile.

“Say it again,” I tell her, playing with her hand.

“I love you.”

I press my forehead against hers. I didn’t realize how much I needed her to repeat it. My throat tightens at the emotion in her eyes. I brush a strand of sweat-slicked hair behind her ear. I still can’t believe what she did, especially when I know she hates being confined. My heart sharpens with both tenderness and awe that she would do this for me. I swallow before calling up a smirk. “I figured.”

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