Page 40 of Black Heart

“Are you going to keep calling me that?” Marty asked in a bored tone.

“Are you going to take these cuffs off?” Tristan drawled.

“No.”

“Then, yes.”

She watched him as he moved to sit down on the floor. “If you’re going to handcuff a man,” Tristan paused to shoot her a look of warning, “and you better not be thinking about handcuffing other men.”

She rolled her eyes at his assumption that they were together. “Make sure that he isn’t a cop with a shitload of extra handcuff keys lying around the house.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Marty said, shrugging it off as she watched him move to work his cuffed arms beneath him.

“What doesn’t matter?” Tristan asked, the last word leaving his mouth as she lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him and effectively trapping his arms behind his back.

She pushed him down, knowing that with his arms behind his back like this that he wouldn’t be able to stop her, or at least, not easily. His back hit the hardwood floor with a grunt. “It doesn’t matter because I’m not going to give you a chance to escape until I’m done with you.”

* * *

Tristan tooka moment to consider his predicament while his eyes ran over her spread legs, noting that her skirt was hiked up, the hard nipples straining against her blouse up to the face of the most beautiful woman that he’d ever seen. He felt his lips curve into an appreciative grin. He could think of a hell of a lot worse situations to be in than lying beneath the woman that he loved.

“Do your worst, baby. I’m all yours.”

Marty returned his grin, which made him a tad uneasy, but not enough to end this game. “Oh, you can count on it.”

“Ah, lad, I know this is generally a good start to a porn and all, but I have a really bad feeling about this,” Shayne said, looking nervous.

Tristan rolled his hips suggestively beneath her and watched as her eyes glazed over. “The only thing I can count on with you like this is getting hard.”

Nothing on earth could have shocked him more than her grinding down against him as she leaned down until their lips were only a few centimeters apart. “That’s exactly what I want.”

All thoughts of acting unaffected shot out of his head at that announcement. He leaned up and captured her lips with his own. Marty eagerly returned the kiss while she continued to grind against him. He swallowed her moans of pleasure as his hips rolled up to meet hers. The pain in his shoulder from having his hands cuffed behind his back was forgotten. All that mattered was the woman on top of him.

“I need you, Tristan,” Marty whispered against his mouth, breaking the last strand of resistance that he’d been holding onto.

“You have me. I’m yours,” Tristan promised because he was, always had been and he’d been a fucking moron to fight this hold she had over him.

She stopped kissing him and moved back just far enough so that she could look at him as she asked, “No matter what?”

There was no hesitation whatsoever. “No matter what, Marty. I’m yours, always have been.”

For a moment, Marty looked like she was going to cry. Since that was the last thing that he wanted, Tristan leaned up and captured her lips again, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. She met him stroke for stroke as her hands ran through his hair, over his neck, his shoulders, and over his chest.

She gently pushed him back down and broke away to trail kisses down his chin. Tristan was helpless beneath her touch. He watched her through hooded eyes as she licked and kissed her way down his body.

“Do you like this?”

“God, yes,” Tristan groaned as he imagined her hands and mouth on another part of him. That thought was quickly replaced with one that had his stomach dropping.

As she reached the waistband of his pants, Tristan asked, “Have you done this before?”

* * *

“This?”Marty asked, pulling back slightly before she followed the trail that disappeared beneath his jeans with her tongue. “No, I haven’t done this with a man before.”

“So…” Tristan sucked in a breath as she ran a curious hand over the bulge in his pants. “You haven’t,” gasp, “had a man inside of you before.”

Marty worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought that over. “Well, only Bob, but I haven’t been with him in a while.” She had been meaning to pick up batteries for her Battery-Operated-Boyfriend months ago but hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

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