Page 54 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

“What do you want me to use?”

She kissed him again. “Thank you, Trent. I can always count on you.”

Yeah. Good old, Trent. Whoopie.

Now or never, Bree thought, going into her closet to find a scarf. Her hands shook as she dug through a drawer, pulling out a blue one.

Oh, Jeez, she didn’t think she could do it.

Trent waited for her in her bedroom, the blinds already drawn as he stood by the edge of the bed. She tossed the scarf down on her white down comforter, then tugged her shirt out of her jeans.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Trent said. “Maybe we should try and tie you up first.”

“No,” Bree said, jerking the turtleneck over her head. “I want to be naked.”

“Bree, c’mon.”

But she continued to undress, knowing the sight of her body would arouse him. It always did. His protests would stop soon enough.

They did.

“Tie my hands behind my back.”

“Bree,” he protested aga

in.

“Do it.”

He still didn’t move.

“If you don’t, I swear I’ll get some other guy to do it for me.”

“Like hell you will,” he said. He gave her one last look before picking up the blue scarf, wrapping it around her wrist then gently tugging it behind her back. It was a long scarf, the kind you could wrap around your neck and drape down your back. She’d never, not in her wildest dreams thought of using it for this.

He reached for her other hand. She almost panicked then, told herself to take slow, deep breaths.

It’s Trent, she reminded herself. Just Trent.

She felt him wrap the scarf around her wrist.

Shit.

She closed her eyes.

Don’t panic, Bree. It’s okay. He’s not going to hurt you.

“There,” he said.

“There’s a condom in the side drawer, go get it.”

“Bree—”

“Damn it, Trent, do as I ask.”

“But—”

“Just go get it,” she all but yelled, trying not to panic because she’d tested the scarf around her wrists and it was tight, almost too tight.

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