Page 196 of The Wrong Play

“What the hell?” His voice was low, laced with something between exasperation and intrigue.

I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my giggle. “I thought it was time for a little payback.”

“Riley.” His voice dropped into a warning, rough and low. “Take them off.”

I pouted, dragging my fingers lightly over his wrist where the pink furry cuffs were holding him hostage. “Don’t like being handcuffed, huh?”

His fingers flexed against the restraints, his muscles pulling tight. “Riley,” he said again.

I ignored the tension in his voice, too caught up in the way his body looked stretched beneath me—his arm strained, his bicep flexing, his abs tight and ridged, dipping into that deep V that disappeared under the towel still slung around his waist. My name on his ribs, rising and falling with each deep breath he took.

Mine. All of him was mine.

A thrill shot through me as I traced the ink with my fingertips, watching his stomach clench in response. His body was so responsive to me, and I reveled in it.

“You love being in control,” I murmured, dragging my nails up his chest, my touch featherlight.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he reached for me with his other hand. “And, youlovepushing your luck, babycakes.”

I caught his wrist and pressed it into the mattress as I grinned, leaning in to press a soft, teasing kiss to the center of his chest. “No touching.”

His breath hitched as I dragged my lips lower, kissing over the hard ridges of his abs, my tongue flicking out just enough to taste his skin. He jerked slightly at the sensation, his body completely at my mercy.

His towel twitched.

I bit back a smile as I ran my tongue along his tattoo before moving down to the cut of his hip bone, kissing my way to the edge of the fabric still clinging to him. The strain in his muscles, the way his body coiled beneath me like a loaded spring…I loved this.

“I wonder, Riley-girl—” His voice was tight, controlled, but there was desperation beneath it. “If you know exactly what you’re doing right now…”

I laughed, my insides clenching just thinking about what the danger in his voice would mean for me later on.

I lifted my gaze, and slowly—so agonizingly slow—peeled his towel away.

His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, and a pulse of need shot through me at the sight of him laid out for me like this. “Hmm. No wonder you liked this so much.”

Jace’s chest rose and fell in deep, controlled breaths as I wrapped my fingers around him, watching the way his jaw clenched at the first firm stroke.

“Fuck,” he rasped, his arm tensing against the cuffs.

I dragged my tongue along the underside of his length, slow and deliberate, teasing him as I swirled around the tip, savoring the taste of him.

Jace groaned, his hips instinctively bucking up, as his free hand reached out, searching for something to grasp.

I immediately pulled away, so there was no way for him to get to me. “I believe I said no touching, Mr. Thatcher.”

His head snapped back against the pillow, his knuckles going white as he yanked at the cuffs again, frustration crackling off of him in waves.

I smiled against him, taking him deeper, letting my tongue glide along his length before hollowing my cheeks and sucking him in.

A harsh, ragged curse slipped from his lips. “Fucking hell?—”

His muscles were tight, his body trembling as he fought not to break. His bicep flexed again, his stomach clenching as I took him deeper, swallowing him down until his thighs shook beneath my hands.

His whole body went rigid, his fingers flexing against the restraint as a growl ripped through him. “I hate this. I hate not fuckingtouchingyou.”

I moaned around him, knowing that sound would drive him insane.

“Riley,” he snapped, his voice wrecked. “You better?—”

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