Page 104 of Plays Well With Others

I’ve never felt so vulnerable or adored.

I’m naked on my stomach. Carter’s shirtless, but still in jeans.

He’s tied my wrists to the bed with my scarves. He checks to make sure the right one is secure, then he climbs over me. Straddles me right above my ass.

Is he going to give me a massage while I’m half tied up? Is that a thing? He doesn’t tell me his plans, and I don’t ask.

When his lips come down on my shoulder blade, I shiver.

He murmurs.

With one kiss, I’m already more aroused than I’ve ever been. His lips glide across my shoulder to my arm. “You should always feel beautiful,” he whispers.

Something like bliss flows through my body, a warm gooey sensation. I can’t answer with words. Just a needy sigh.

He moves to the back of my neck again, pushing the braid aside then laying kiss upon drugging kiss there.

I tremble.

“You should be adored,” he adds as he travels down to my upper back, pressing a soft kiss there too.

His kisses become hungrier, more insistent as he journeys along my spine. Possessive, too, as his hands follow, sliding along my sides. “You should be worshiped,” he says.

I want to answer him. But I can’t. I just can’t. I don’t know what to say. This is so overwhelmingly exquisite. All I can do is sigh, and moan, and wriggle.

“Like this,” he says, and when he reaches the top of my ass, he kisses the swell of my cheek, then he nips me with his teeth.

I gasp.

And…gush.

He slides his body down farther so he’s kneeling between my legs, pushing them apart with big hands on the inside of my thighs. I’m naked, spread-eagled, and squirming.

He stops, hauls in a harsh breath. “Fuck, baby. Look at you. So fucking wet,” he says. There’s an urgency to his voice all of a sudden, like the switch flipped in him from seductive to carnal.

“I know,” I say, sounding desperate. Feeling desperate for his touch.

“I fucking love turning you on,” he says, then he presses a hungry kiss to the back of my thigh.

“I love that,” I murmur.

“Because it’s fucking real,” he says, his lips roaming down my leg to behind my knee.

He doesn’t owe me this after our argument. He definitely doesn’t need to prove whatrealis. But his fierce desire to give it to me is making my heart swim with emotions and my body ache.

“Please,” I pant.

He moves to my other knee, kisses it. “Please what?” he asks, back to his seductive tease.

“Please touch me,” I beg.

“With what? My cock? My hands? My mouth?”

I lift my ass. “I don’t care. I just need you.”

His mouth comes down on me again, right at the bottom of my ass. He bites me, and my breath hitches. His mouth is so close to my center, and I have no idea where he’s going, what he wants, what he’s planned.

With my face pressed against the pillow and my hands tied, I’m at his mercy, and loving it.

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