Page 71 of Total Shutdown

Not saying a word, Sawyer drops his arms and pushes off the wall, quickly crowding me in.

He shoves one hand into his pocket and tips his head toward a door behind him. “Join me in there for a second?”

I peer over his shoulder, heart thumping against my ribs. “What’s in there?”

“A bedroom.”

With his spare hand, he takes one of mine and turns on his heel, pushing the door open to reveal a four-poster king-size bed, dressed in crisp white sheets, with floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite side.

With its monochrome feel, the room is pretty simplistic, only a single dresser along the nearest wall and a nightstand on either side of the bed.

Sawyer spins around to face me, leaning over my shoulder and pushing the door closed with a soft click. “I want to have a little fun, Baby Girl.”

My eyes grow wide as excitement courses through me, heat already pooling between my legs. “Be more specific.”

Up until now, Sawyer hasn’t removed his hand from his pocket, so when he does and a pair of fluffy black handcuffs appears, my heart rate hits a level that has me fighting to stay upright.

I fucking love being restrained.

Sawyer casts his eyes up to the bar connecting the four posts on the bed, licking his lips as he clearly thinks over his plan.

“Where did you get those?” I point to the cuffs.

His attention falls back on me. The room is dim since its only light source is the city beneath us, the street lights accentuating the sparkle in his eyes. “I followed you to the bathroom but got the wrong door, ended up in here. While I was waiting for you to finish up, I found these”—he dangles the cuffs in front of him—“in the dresser.”

I quirk a brow. “I thought you said you didn’t usually go through people’s things?”

He smiles in response, taking a step toward me and opening the first cuff, the sound of the metal firing off sparks across my skin.

“I don’t, but when I saw something fluffy hanging out of the drawer, curiosity got the better of me.”

He’s inches away when he opens the second cuff. “And knowing how much you like to be tied up …” His hand falls to the button on my black jeans, popping it open and then moving to my zip. “Well, let’s just say, I’m keen on discovering just how kinky Collins Mackenzie really is.”

Both hands tug my pants and thong down in a single, quick motion, and just as fast, one arm loops under my ass, picking me up.

I suppress a surprised squeal as he carries me over to the bed.

“What are you going to do?” I ask breathlessly.

With his spare arm, Sawyer swings the cuffs over the bed frame and then lifts me higher. “Secure the cuffs around your wrists, and I’ll take your weight.”

Overrun with need, I struggle to focus on the cuffs and securing them, but after a few seconds, I manage.

Sawyer pulls my pants and thong over my ankles and throws them to one side, fire smoldering in his eyes as he hooks my legs over his shoulders and looks at me with awe.

I’m suspended and completely at his mercy.

And so damn close to coming already.

My pussy is lined up with his mouth, and as he licks through me for the first time, he never removes his eyes from mine, hands clamping around my upper thighs, spreading me wider on his broad shoulders.

I throw my head up toward the ceiling, straining against the cuffs. “Oh—fuck—yes,” I cry out, probably a little too loud since our friends are only a couple of rooms away.

“I want to know something, Collins,” Sawyer growls after another lick through my wet pussy. “You tell me you like it kinky in the bedroom, but has anyone ever made this dripping cunt squirt?”

Of their own volition, my thighs clamp around his head. My needy desperation for him to lick me again drives me wild.

“No,” I croak out. “I’m not a squirter.”

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