Page 133 of Shattered

“I told you. I was an eagle scout. I’m good at knots.” He smirked then, and the sight of it made her lean forward and kiss him deeply.

When she pulled back, he looked at her once more, as if making sure this was okay. She quickly nodded. Then he was bringing her hands up and securing the tie to the bar above her head.

“Is this okay?” he asked once everything was in place.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Her heart was frantic and her breaths were ragged. She was so worked up, she thought she would combust the moment he touched her.

He stepped back then and studied her.

“You are so goddamn beautiful,” he said as if it was a prayer. “Tell me to stop at any moment and I’ll stop, okay?”

She nodded. There was absolutely no way she could bring herself to speak.

He stalked back to her with a devilish grin plastered across his face.

His hand slipped between the skin on her stomach and the band of her pants. She clamped her mouth shut. She was in the office at Topline. There were people outside. There was literally a table of people eating on the other side of this wall. She could not make a sound.

His exploration halted just before he touched where she desired it the most.

“I have a challenge for you.”

Her eyes shot to his in question. She could tell he was trying not to laugh.

“If you can keep quiet, I’ll get you Dianne’s pepperoni pizza anytime you want it for the next month.” Her brows lifted in excitement. “If you make a noise, then you can only eat the chicken and pineapple.”

She shook her head as she tried to stifle the laugh. She’d never known anyone else who could make her so breathless yet so invigorated at the same time. The thought that he could make her immensely happy.

“Challenge accepted,” she managed to whisper against his lips.

He stepped back and quirked a brow. “You should know, I very rarely ever lose. And I sure as hell don’t plan to tonight.”

He looked down at her then and slipped his hand back inside her pants. She arched upward as he found her.

“You’re so fucking wet, Sam.” He smirked against her ear.

Then he took his time torturing her with pleasure. She wanted to beg for more, but she couldn’t. Sam didn't actually care about the pizza. She just wanted to win.

He admired his hand as he pulled it from between her legs and took his time sucking each finger clean.

“You’re perfect.”

And then her pants were yanked to the ground. He stepped back to fully take her in.

She wanted to keep eye contact.

She wanted to watch him drink her in.

But it was too much.

Between her body fully on display and her hands being tied up, every single one of her senses was on fire. She closed her eyes as she tried to calm herself down.

She heard rather than saw him move. When she opened up her eyes once more, he was kneeling before her.

“Not a sound,” he whispered. “By the way, I like the red.” And then his mouth was on her.

By this point, she was very well acquainted with what his mouth and tongue could do, but that knowledge still did nothing to stifle the moan that threatened to erupt from her lips as the tension coiled in her core and that icy sensation swept through her curling toes. When he hitched her right leg over his shoulder, she knew she wouldn’t last. Not like this. Then he added his finger and she all but lost control. She turned her head sideways as she bit into the fabric of her shirt and shattered against him.

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