Page 12 of Captivated By You

And once I buried myself inside her, everything would change.

Tomorrow she’d head back to Chicago, and I’d have to let her go. But while she’d walk away thinking we’d never see each other again, behind the scenes, I’d make damn sure that our paths crossed, and soon. Crossed and intertwined until I had her so entrenched in my life that she’d never find the strength to tear herself away.

I picked my tie up from the bed and beckoned to her. She took three steps, bringing her flush to my body. My cock jerked, brushing her lower abdomen. That graze of friction forced a groan from my throat.

Spinning her around, I placed the tie over her eyes, monitoring every nuance in her body language. One sign that she wasn’t comfortable, and I’d alter course. But the tremor that shook her entire body was one of anticipation, of pleasure, her skin pebbling deliciously with goose bumps.

I gripped the base of my cock and ran the head between her ass cheeks, spreading the moisture gathered on the tip. “If I explored here, would you stop me?”

“Yes. You have to earn access to my ass, and a one-night stand won’t cut it.”

I chuckled. She truly was magnificent. Sassy and confident, and so damned beautiful. I didn’t believe in love at first sight, but I believed in obsession, in blind lust, and my perfect stranger had captivated me to the point that I couldn’t stand the idea of her walking away. Not that I had a choice. But my sweet “Ethel” and I were destined for an entanglement far longer than one night.

“Duly noted.” I ran my fingertip over each of her vertebrae, taking my time to appreciate her unblemished skin. “What are your limits?” I tightened the tie. “This isn’t one?”

“No.”

“What about if I take my belt and use it to bind your hands? What if I push you to your knees and enjoy your mouth while you’re blindfolded and bound and unable to stop me?”

A violent shudder raced through her, again steeped in desire and excitement rather than fear. A delicious flush stole across the back of her neck, and I’d bet her cheeks were flushed, too. Her trust in me, a stranger, was both humbling and intoxicating. I couldn’t remember the last time my dick was this hard, my balls ready to blow the second I buried myself in her heat. Good thing I got off on delayed gratification.

“If you do that, how will I tell you if it’s too much?”

Ah, so she was considering it.

God help me, I’d somehow stumbled upon my ideal woman.

“Trust me, I won’t give you more than you can take.”

She nodded. “I knew you were filthy, Ant.”

“Is that so?” I reached for the belt and eased her hands behind her back. “Am I so easy to read?”

“You are to me.” She shrugged.

My stomach rippled, her precise assessment of me back at the bar seeping into my mind. Most people found me a challenge to read. I’d been told by my family and too many business associates to count that I had a top-class poker face. Yet, somehow, the woman standing naked before me saw past all that to the real me behind the facade.

“And what about you, sweet Ethel? Are you filthy?”

She let out a throaty laugh. “Let’s look at the evidence. I’m standing buck naked, blindfolded and restrained, in the bedroom of a man I only met a few hours ago. What do you think?”

I nipped her earlobe. “I think you’re magnificent. A woman who knows what she wants and takes it is the biggest turn-on.” I rubbed my erection between her ass cheeks for a second time. “Exhibit A.”

She laughed again. “I hope you’re not all talk.”

“Oh, Ethel.” I pivoted her toward me, then pressed on both shoulders until she was on her knees. My balls tensed, my cock straining as she parted her lush pink lips. She lifted her heart-shaped face, expectant and waiting, an intoxicating mixture of purity and knowledge.

I gripped myself by the root and bent my knees, pressing the tip to her mouth. She leaned forward and took me inside her, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Hard.

“Fuck!”

I almost blew. Almost. I buried my hands in her hair to curb her enthusiasm and squeezed my eyes closed until I’d regained control of my body.

Jesus.

She was a witch. An enchantress.

She owned me. And I hadn’t even fucked her yet.

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