Page 6 of Blindfolds & Butterflies

Before I had time to reason what kissing this man would mean, I was nodding. I didn’t make my usual pros and cons list in my head before I stepped closer to him. “I guess we both win,” I said.

Then, his lips were on mine. They were soft and firm, and when he ran his tongue along my bottom lip, I opened my mouth enough to taste the sweet remnants of the wine on his breath. This man was frustrating, or maybe I just didn’t want to be part of a love game I didn’t even know I signed up for, but there was one thing I couldn’t deny—Graham Mitchell was a damn good kisser.

I reached behind me and opened the door. “Do you want to come in?” I whispered, barely pulling my lips from his.

Graham answered by putting his hand on the door and pushing it wide enough to step inside. He kicked it shut behind him and grabbed me by my hips, pulling me flush against him. I resisted his pull when he went to wrap his arms around me and stepped backward, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and tugging him with me.

He smirked, weaving his hands into my hair and holding my face to his. When my back was to the wall, he pushed me against it, and I inhaled sharply when my skin met the cold drywall. Graham kissed me in a way that made me forget I had just met him a few hours ago. His kiss made me forget that I had no desire to meet him in the first place.

His fingers left a trail of goosebumps on my shoulders and arms when he moved them from my hair, and when he grabbed my hands, they tingled. Graham lifted my arms, pinning my wrists against the wall over my head. The stretch pulled my dress higher up my thigh, and it forced my chest out further. Even fullyclothed, I felt exposed to him, and when he kissed my neck, I fought against his hold.

Graham tightened his grasp on my hands, holding them against the wall while he nibbled at the soft spot beneath my ear. “My bedroom is through there.” I pointed to the partially open door next to us.

“Do you want to go to bed with me, Chelsea?” He smirked, licking the corner of his mouth.

I wiggled to pull my hands free, failing when his grasp was too tight to allow it. My pussy clenched, and I pressed my thighs together, nodding. “Yes.”

I squealed when Graham let go of my hands, only to grab me by the waist and toss me over his shoulder. He stormed through the door into the bedroom, setting me on my feet and stepping back to untuck his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the ground next to him. My jaw dropped when he exposed the intricate tattoos that covered his chest and shoulders and the sculpted muscles carved into his abdomen.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked, stepping towards me. I froze and closed my mouth. When he smirked, I reached behind me, grabbing the zipper on the back of my dress and pulling it down my back.

“Do you?” I asked when his breath hitched. I slid the straps off my shoulders one at a time, meeting his stare as I held the now-draping fabric over my chest. The bra I had chosen not to wear was draped over the chair where I’d thrown it earlier, and when his eyes darkened, I was glad for the decision.

Graham nodded. “Very much so.” He nodded at my hands, and I pursed my lips before I dropped my dress. His eyes widened when it landed in a heap on my floor. I stood before him, and the only thing that separated me from his stare were the thin lacy panties I wore.

“Thank you,” I said, rocking my hips from side to side and running my hands down the front of me.

He unfastened his belt, pulling it from his jeans in a single swoop. The leather snapped, causing the hair on my neck to stand on end, and I stared at the bulge pressing behind his zipper when his fingers moved to the button. “Don’t thank me, babe. Be a good girl and get on your knees instead, hmm?”

I gasped. “Excuse me?” I glared at him, frustrated at the need growing between my legs. My legs twitched, but I didn’t kneel.

“I said,get on your knees,” he said, chuckling and stepping towards me. “It was playful. Maybe that’s not your thing.”

I watched him cautiously while the distance between us grew smaller and the swirling in my belly grew more intense. “I don’t like being told what to do,” I said.

“Then whatdoyou like?” He reached out towards me, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me towards him. I didn’t resist, shrugging.

Then I thought about it.

“I like to see if you can make me scream your name.”

Chapter 6

Chelsea

“So you slept with him anyways?” Bridget’s eyes widened, like she was listening to new celebrity gossip, as she spun in her chair to face me. I shushed her, looking around the office to make sure no one outside her cubicle heard her outburst.

I shrugged, half-nodding. “Well, yeah.” My mind raced back to the night before, to the way it felt to have Graham inside me, and I pressed my legs together.

“So you liked him then?” It sounded more like an accusation than a question, and Bridget practically bounced in her seat waiting for a response.

I rocked my head side to side. “No, not really. He wasweird.”

“What do you mean weird?” If she sat any closer to the edge of her seat, she was going to fall out of it. “Like action figures all over the shelves and calling it decoration weird, or blow-up doll in the closet weird?”

“Like told me to be a good girl and get on my knees and wanted to tie me up weird.”You’d look beautiful wrapped in ropes.I shivered repeating the words he’d growled in my ear while he fucked me. There was no way I was letting him tie me up.

Bridget shrugged with a laugh. “Hey, don’t knock it until you try it.”

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