Page 195 of The Wrong Play

I grinned wider. “Close your eyes.”

Jace’s smirk deepened, but he obeyed. “As you wish.” I rolled my eyes, because he’d gotten that from watchingPrincess Bridewith me last night.

Stepping closer, I smoothed my fingers over his jaw before slipping the blindfold over his head, tying it snugly. The second the fabric slid into place, his body went rigid.

“They really should have invested in softer material,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening like he was suppressing a memory.

Pausing, my hands lingered at the knot. “Jace?”

His smirk returned, a fraction too quick. “Nothing. Just an observation.”

I hesitated for a second longer, but his lips curled, like he was daring me to keep questioning him. So I didn’t. I had other things I wanted to be doing.

“So, you trust me?” I asked again.

He swallowed hard. “With my life.”

“And you can’t see anything?” I checked.

He snorted. “Not a thing.”

A thrill shot through me.

I stepped closer, my hands skimming over his abs, his breath hitching as I pressed up on my toes, letting my lips brush along his jaw.

“Come to bed, Jace,” I murmured, my voice soft, coaxing.

His smirk deepened. “Babycakes, I was just about to say the same thing to you.”

I grinned, pushing on his chest so he stepped backward until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. He didn’t resist, letting me guide him down, his body sprawled beneath me, all sharp lines and muscle, and deliciousness.

Fuck. He was beautiful.

I climbed over him, straddling his waist, dragging my nails lightly down his chest. “You’re awfully compliant,” I teased.

He smirked. “This is definitely my idea of a good time, just so you know.”

I leaned in, brushing my lips just shy of his. “I’ll make a note.”

His fingers ghosted up my spine before his hand curled around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My heart pounded, my body humming at the feel of him, the warmth of his skin, the raw intensity in his grip.

Perfect.

I pressed kisses along his jaw as I trailed my fingers up his arm, slow, deliberate, letting my touch lull him deeper into this moment. And then, quick as a flash?—

Click.

Jace stilled.

Flexed his wrist. The unmistakable sound of metal rattling filled the room.

“Riley.”

I eased back, admiring my handiwork, my heart pounding from the thrill of it.Gotcha.

“Yes, dear?”

His jaw clenched. He yanked his arm, his wrist securely fastened by the pink, furry handcuff I’d attached to the bedpost earlier.

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