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He stopped her, gripping her hips with his firm hands. “Wait. You don’t have to do anything.”

“But you didn’t come,” she said, feeling like the worst lover ever.

“Not yet. But trust me, I plan to in our next round together.”

“But…I…wanted you to…” Jocelyn didn’t know what to say. She felt like the epitome of every loser lover from her own bad sexual past. Their idea of perfect sex was to kiss a little, squeeze her breasts a few times, and then fuck her only until they soon climaxed with a piglike grunting sound, never caring for a second if she enjoyed the experience or not.

“You wanted me to what?”

“Enjoy it as much as I did.”

He laughed, grabbing her face with both hands, and kissed her lips exuberantly. “Whoever said I didn’t enjoy that? You’re passionate, Jocelyn. You climaxed and the world around us dimmed in deference to you. Trust me, I enjoyed it.”

“This is the first time in my life that I’ve ever climaxed with a man’s cock buried in my pussy,” she admitted quietly. “It was so amazingly good for me.”

“Okay. Great. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. I guess.” But she didn’t even sound convinced to her own ears. Why was she so let down?

“What’s really wrong, Jocelyn?”

“That I’m not good enough in bed to bring you off. That I’m so terrible that you didn’t like it enough to let loose and—”

“Stop right there. That is not the way it is at all. Trust me, I almost lost it when you came like a firecracker on speed and started screaming my name. The first time your pussy squeezed my dick hard and fast I had to clamp down some serious control to deflect my urge to finish.”

“Why? Why would you keep yourself from letting go?”

“It’s that control issue I told you about. I also have command over myself. Doesn’t mean I didn’t like every moment we just spent together.”

“So…you still want to continue?”

“More than you can even imagine. So is it time for round two yet? Because I’ll show you exactly what you do to me, Jocelyn. Trust me, I want to tie you down and fuck you so hard the top of your head will explode with pleasure.”

She laughed. “Okay. Then let’s start round two.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He stood up with her still connected to him. The moment her feet lowered to touch the floor, he pulled his cock from her slowly. He also pulled his jeans and boxers back up, but didn’t fasten them. He turned and pulled both of the cushions off the sofa, propping them at either end.

Beneath them was a sofa bed. He pulled the bedframe and mattress out, flattening the bottom end to make the bed, and smoothing the sheets already in place.

He then approached her. “Are you ready?”

“I’m not sure,” she said honestly. She threw her arms around his neck, plastered her mouth over his, and kissed him hard one more time before giving up her control. He kissed her back, but she knew he’d be more forceful once he had total control. She hoped she was ready for this.

“Do you remember what to say to make me stop if I do something you don’t like?”

“Yes. Stagecoach.”

“Right. The thing is, if you say it again, I’m going stop, I promise, but I won’t start again. So don’t say it unless you’re ready to end this for good. Got it?”

Her heart palpitated, but she nodded. “I understand.”

He turned away and reached for something out of sight between the sofa back and the head of the bed.

Truthfully, she was a little excited to experience something new, until he turned back with a set of what looked like leather wrist manacles chained together. In a forceful, commanding tone, he said, “Put these on.”

Logan was on only the barest edge of control. Jocelyn had turned into more than just an afternoon’s entertainment. He could already see her as a regular feature in his life. If she lasted through round two, that was. He genuinely hoped she would. Her eyes widened in what looked like utter panic the moment he handed her the leather manacles.

His heart fell when she handed them back to him. But then she said, “Will you help me put them on? I don’t know exactly how they work.”

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