Page 86 of The Boss

“I want you to know how much I care about you, because it might not feel that way after I’m done with you.”

I bite my lip, and I nod my head, giving him a silent reply. Because I want him to ravish me right now.

His hand moves down and squeezes my hip. He yanks at my tank top, pulling it up. In less than a second, he pulls my tank top off.

He moans.

“God, bella— you make me so hard.”

I smile at that.

“We’re going to do something I read in one of your books that I know you want to try,” I say.

I stare at him with wide eyes.

He leans over and opens the drawer to his nightstand and grabs something.

He shifts himself back to cradle my hips. It’s a silk tie.

“Now, if you don’t want to do this, we won’t, but I think some form of sensory deprivation. Either I tie your wrists to the headboard, or I cover your eyes. Your choice,” he says.

I swallow. I ponder his question for a minute.

“Tie my wrists,” I whisper.

I can go without touching him because his hands will be all over me. But I want, no, need to see him.

He grabs my wrists and lifts my arms above my head, and loosely ties them to the headboard.

“I’ve told you this before: when I hold or put something on your wrists, this is loose enough for you to get out of if you really need to. Understand?”

I nod.

“Juliet,” he gives me a look. “You need to say it; I'm not going to continue unless you tell me you want this,” he tells me.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl,” he growls.

He hooks his fingers into my sleeping shorts and pulls them down my legs.

“God, how is it that every time I see you naked you’re even more beautiful,” he grits out.

I blush.

“Oh, don’t be so shy now,” he says.

I watch him as he removes his shirt and then his sweats. His cock is hard, and I can see the precum leaking.

I lick my lips in anticipation.

He comes back over to me and starts to kiss down my throat, rubbing my breast at the same time.

He gives a light slap to my left breast, which makes me yelp.

He continues to kiss down my body. I rub my thighs in anticipation. His slow, deliberate kisses might take me over the edge right now.

Once he gets to my core, he taps my thigh, and I open my legs.