Page 247 of Rush

He chuckles, dark and low. “Fuck.” He kicks off some of the blankets, settling deeper into the pillows—all while I stay on top.

Then I tie him up, just like I’ve seen in those videos. His arms pull tight, muscles stretched, veins alive under skin.

His face—full of excitement, lust, and need.

“Damn, El,” he breathes. “Didn’t have this on my bingo card.”

“I may have been diving down the rabbit hole of your kinky…preferences.” I hesitate, heat rushing to my face.

Broderick groans.

The sound rips through me like a lightning bolt straight to my core.

I stand over him—still balanced on the bed—peeling off his shirt, then slipping out of my panties.

I toss both into the air not caring where they land.

His eyes drag over me, wide and dark, pupils blown.

I lower myself back onto him slowly.

“Now,” I murmur, voice catching in my throat, “I’m going to kiss you from here…”

I trace a finger down his lips, letting it linger, “…to here.”

I roll my hips once, right over the thick line of his briefs. Broderick twitches underneath me.

He chuckles—strained, guttural.

“If you buck or squirm,” I say, voice dipping wicked, “I’ll have to start again.”

Broderick’s eyes lock on mine, blazing. “Oh, you vixen.”

“Want to play?” I whisper.

He nods. Barely.

I trace my finger across the curve of his bicep. “Words, Bro-deeee.”

He raises a brow. “You’re topping from the bottom, baby.”

I giggle. “Well?”

A slow, cheeky grin spreads across his face. “Green.”

“And if you behave…” I lean in, letting my breath warm his ear, “I’ll reward you.”

I start with his lips. Tortured kisses—soft, delicate, slow enough to make him curse under his breath. I lick the corner of his mouth, nip his bottom lip, then drag my tongue down the column of his throat.

Then lower.

I kiss along Broderick’s chest, slow trails that make his muscles twitch under me. When I reach his nipples, I lick one, then gently nibble.

He bucks.

I sit up with a pout. “Tsk. No squirming.”

He groans, fists clenched against the silk binding, his veins rising in his arms. “You’re killing me.”