Page 57 of Mr. Scandalous

“Yes! Untie me. I want to touch you.”

“No. You are my boy toy, and you must do as I say.”

He let loose with a curse then. Not cursing her but himself for agreeing to this sweet torture. While he loved what was happening to him, his frustration at not being able to touch her naked body slayed him.

“Okay, fine, forget the ropes, just ride me.”

“Gotta get a condom.” She left the bed but quickly returned to sheathe him with the rubber.

And then she made it worse, teasing him yet again. Her knees pinned his hips, his erection jutted up, aching and hopeful, but rather than sinking down on him, she hovered above him. He could feel her body heat and longed for her to envelope him.

He wanted to clutch her around the waist and force her down, but he couldn’t. His hands were tied, and Alec was compelled to wait. She was running this show.

Patience, patience, don’t be selfish.

Just when he had steeled himself for more relentless teasing, Eden sheathed him with her body.

Alec gasped and shuddered. Nothing had ever, ever, felt this good.

Nothing.

She was so tight and hot and wonderful. Their coupling was wild, frantic, crazed. She rode him hard and fast and desperate. Together they flew, soaring upward. He was wind and could not see. He was tied and could not move. He was captured.

And he loved what she was doing to him.

Her flesh was smooth and soft and tender. Eden was wild and willing. She encompassed him with her plush womanly body. He could picture her with her head tossed back, her pelvis arched, her hair trailing down her spine in a spiral of chestnut curls.

Ride me, lover, ride me.

She squeezed him with her inner muscles, wave after rhythmic wave, clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing.

Streams of pleasure shot through him, sending him plunging over into the abyss at the same time she screamed his name.

Never had there been an orgasm like the one that ricocheted through his body. His two previously thwarted climaxes coalesced into one colossal release. He felt it everywhere. In his groin, in his brain, in his chest, in his toes. It sang through his blood and bounced off his bones.

She collapsed against his chest. Their bodies were drenched in sweat. They lay gasping for the longest time, just trying to catch their breath. Finally, when their heart rates had slowed, Eden rolled off him.

“That was...” she panted, “totally awesome.”

“The bestever.”

“No kidding?”

“Eden, you have no idea.”

She scrambled over him, and he heard her feet hit the floor. A few minutes later she had the ropes untied. He pulled off the blindfold, eager to see her in the fresh flush of lovemaking.

He was disappointed to discover she had gotten dressed. He reached out, grabbed her and pulled her to his chest. Next time, it was his turn to hitch her to the bedposts and give as good as he’d gotten.

“See.” She raised the hourglass in triumph. “The sand ran out a long time ago. You lasted well over an hour. From now on, bring the hourglass with you whenever we meet.”

“Whatever you say.”

She lay down beside him, one ear positioned over his heart. He trailed a hand through her hair, disadvantaged with her dressed and him still buck naked.

“You’re a cruel woman, Eden Montgomery.” He stroked her cheek. “Tying me down, taking away my control, torturing me.”

“You loved it.”

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