Page 101 of Splintered Hearts

Oh.

Oh, wow.

The neatly trimmed pubes make him look even bigger. I really don’t give a shit, but damn. Just damn. “That. That you can keep.” Slipping off the counter, I drop to my knees before him.

“What are you doing?”

“This is where I pray.” I bow to the floor, worshiping the gorgeous man in front of me. Laughing, he grabs me under the armpits, hauling me up.

“Stop.”

“It’s quite possibly the greatest dick of all time.”

“Made of rainbows and glitter, apparently?”

“I was talking about Hunter.” I grin.

“Mm.” Lust swirls heavily in those eyes. “No you weren’t, little fox.” My muscles turn to liquid. “Come on. Let’s shower.”

“And what happens after?”

Jamie’s eyes turn heavy on me, lust swirling in them. “What doyou want to happen?”

Thinking a moment, I smile. “Never have I ever done bondage?”

He laughs and it’s like a balm to my heart. “You want to try bondage?”

“I mean, I’ve never... you’ve never. Two plus two equals—” Jamie kisses me. Hard.

“I’m going to tie you up and make you beg to come,” Jamie growls, and this heat—this intensity—is new and exciting. I need it. We don’t have a label, and that’s okay. Right? We don’t need it, and maybe we’re beyond that.

Or maybe I’m just falling into the same old trap I’ve always caught myself in.

Either way, this is happening.

“Bondage.” He nods. “Now get your gorgeous ass in the shower.”

Towel slung low on his hips, Jamie walks behind me. The shower was simple—clean off the paint, let the fun happen after. Unlike the first shower we shared, this time Jamie was gloriously and totally naked, and I can safely say this man looks gorgeous in nothing but water. I made sure to soap him up extra slow. “Who’s being tied up?” His pierced brow arches. “Good, I was hoping that would be the case.”

“How do you want to do this?” he asks.

“I have supplies, don’t you worry your gorgeous butt. I’ve been treating myself to toys here and there. I’ve got some.”

Jamie peers over at me while I grab my pink lock box. “Toys?”

“A few.” I look up, smiling. “Just depends on what you want to do with me—or to me.” Reaching in, I grab lube and my pink handcuffs. “Use at your own risk.”

“You’ve never used these?”

“No. I meant what I said. No bondage. Is this bondage? I don’tknow, but no, I have never let a person restrain me in bed.”

“Why not?”

Thinking a moment, I turn to Jamie, laying my palms on his chest. “I’ve never trusted anyone I slept with to restrain me. I trust you not to leave me chained to the bed or hurt me. Go ahead. Pick your poison.”

I watch his Adam’s apple bob, his eyes far off. I’m about to ask what’s wrong but he turns, looking into the drawer. “Is there anything you don’t want me to use right now?”

“Uh. No. No. Pick whatever you’d like.”

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