Page 119 of Enticing the Fixer

I raise my eyebrows and give him a smartass look. “How exactly are you going to show me the world when my eyes are closed?”

“Hmmm.” He makes a low, satisfied sound deep in his throat and cups the back of my head. “The best things in life are felt with the body, not seen with the eyes.”

I convulse and rest my hands on his sides. “I may have to agree with you.”

“Oh, you will.” His lips cover mine with a light, soft touch. One that makes me ache from the inside out. I yearn for more pressure. For him to claim me. But he doesn’t. Minute after minute passes as his touch remains the same steady pressure.

He pulls back and stares into my eyes. The mixture of lust and delight makes me want to knee him in the groin, but that would put an end to me ever getting to come. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes.” I fist his T-shirt in my hand and pull him toward me. Or at least, I try to. He doesn’t move.

“Not so fast, Doll. The fun of a fantasy box is that I make all your dreams come true. In time.” He drops his hand from my head and grasps my knees, inching them apart.

The feral heat in his gaze makes my stomach flop and my heart skip a beat. I’m not prepared for this Leo. His fingertips trail along the insides of my thighs, inching closer to my sex. I inhale to steady my breath, but that only makes him go slower.

I growl. Two can play that game. I cock my head to the side and scoot to the table’s edge. “I need to file my fingernails, and this is taking too long.”

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he growls as he grabs my knees and holds me in place. “Getting mad won’t do you any good. I’m still not going to go any faster.”

“Well, maybe I’ll go on my own.” I glare at him, grab the box, and rifle through the contents. A sealed box includes a clit and G spot massager combo. I lift it out of the box and dangle it between my fingertips. “I think this would do the trick.”

“Not as well as it would work with this.” He draws out a four-piece restraint kit with leather cuffs and chains. The package indicates it is an under-the-mattress restraint kit.

“I’m….” I clear my throat to get rid of the squeaking tone of my voice. I should have studied the contents of the package closer when I started spouting off. But I had no idea Jax would go to this extreme.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. Jax thought it might help you get over your bad feelings about being tied up. But if this would make it worse, we’ll burn everything.”

“Well…. Wow…. I’m not sure exactly what to say.” I lick my lips. “I mean….” I shiver as goosebumps cover my arms. “I’m not thinking at all about that night. All I’m thinking about is how good you make me feel.”

“Do you trust me?” He trails his thumb along my jawline.

“Of course, I trust you.”

“I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“I believe you.” Leo is the most trustworthy and respectable person I’ve ever met. Him hurting me is beyond comprehension.

“So?”

I straighten my back and shoulders. “I’m game if you are.”

“Baby, I was born to please you.” He lays the restraints on the table with a loud clank and deposits a wispy blue midriff-bearing top and puffy bottom set in my hand. “Go get changed.”

“Okay.” My hand shakes as I take the costume from his fingers and slide off the table.

If someone had told me this morning I’d get dressed up as a princess so I could get tied up and ravaged, I wouldn’t have believed them. Look how far you can come in 24 hours.

When he doesn’t give me room to go around him, I glance up. He cups my face and strokes his thumbs along my cheekbones. “I love you. I love how strong you are. I love how resilient you are. And I love that you still want me after I screwed everything up.”

I smile and stand on my tiptoes. “I love that you would do anything to keep me safe and happy.” I purse my lips together. “And I even love that you’re making me want to snap by dragging this out.”

He chuckles and pulls me close until we’re connected from chest to thigh. The steady but heavy thud of his heart under my fingertips grounds me in the present. With Leo in my corner, I don’t have to worry about anything. “Am I going too slow for you?”

“Yes.” I pull his mouth to mine.

This time, his tongue swipes past the seam of my lips and tangles with mine. I arch closer, which is seemingly impossible, and hook my leg around his thigh. That’s better. He pushes me against the table and rocks his thigh against my apex. The stickiness of my sex only increases my desire. I pull back and gasp for breath. “Waiting to change into a costume and getting tied up seems superficial when I could strip naked right here, and we could go at it like rabbits.” I grab the button of his jeans and pop open the fastening.

“Baby,” he growls and shifts his hips away from my hands. “This is about you. I want to help you overcome any fears you have.”

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