Page 52 of Mr. Scandalous

With each button he undid, Eden felt herself grow moister, braver, hotter. When at last he took off the shirt, and she reached for the waistband of his slacks, Alec rested his palms on her shoulders.

“Hands off. You can’t touch me,” she said. “Not until I say so.”

He groaned again. “You wicked, wicked woman.”

She leaned forward and kissed his navel. The dark hairs tickled her lips and when she boldly darted her tongue in and out of that small, dark tunnel, she saw he had fisted his hands to keep from touching her.

“Good man.”

After she tugged off his belt, she unzipped his pants. Slowly she eased his trousers, along with his black boxer briefs, down his hips.

His erection jutted out like a flagpole, daring her to salute it.

“Kick off your shoes, peel off those socks and step out of your pants.”

He complied. “Okay, when do I get to see you naked?”

“You don’t.”

“No.” He shook his head. “No more of this one-sided stuff, Eden.”

“Hush, boy toy, or I’ll fire you.”

“I’m not playing this game if you won’t allow me to get you off.”

Their gazes locked in a searing heat. She wondered what he was thinking. She wondered whether he liked the game or not. Jayne had told her one of the most common male fantasies was to be tied up by a domineering woman. The dominatrix factor, Jayne called it. The fantasy was even more common, she’d explained, among powerful men.

And Alec was nothing if not powerful.

The tumescence building between them told Eden that yeah, Alec liked this game. Now, for the coup-de-grâce. The item that would allow her, at long last, to get naked in front of him.

From the pocket of her gray wool business suit, Eden extracted a scarlet silk blindfold.

“Tie this over your eyes.”

She held her breath, waiting to see if he would indeed play along.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and she let out a relieved sigh as he tied the blindfold around his eyes.

“Kneel so I can check the bindings and make sure you’ve tied it tightly enough.”

He went down on his knees, his head bowed, almost in her lap. A quick thrust of lust pushed through her veins as his hair grazed her skin.

Her fingers made sure the knots were tight. “Good work. Now on your feet.”

He rose, his erection sideswiping her inner thigh on his way up. Eden had to clamp her lips together to suppress a moan.

“What now?” he asked.

“Get on the bed.”

Blindly he reached out to feel for the covers and then he tumbled headlong onto the mattress.

“Spread-eagle,” she said.

“What are you doing?”

“No questions.”

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