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“You’re about to.” With a sound of pleasure as he watched me undress, he pulled his boxers down.

“Figured you’d be huge.”

“Figured you’d look sexy as fuck with no clothes on. Now get in the bed.”

Shock at this version of Nolan mingled with excitement wondering what was next. Reaching the bedpost, he held out his hand. I offered mine, and he tied it to the post. Without a word, he did the same with my second hand.

By the time Nolan joined me on the bed, positioning himself between my legs and unceremoniously spreading them, I was already soaking wet.

“I can not fucking wait to learn every inch of that gorgeous body of yours.” His hands started at my calves and ran upward. “But first, I’m going to make you cum. Over. And over. And over. Until you decide to close the shop tomorrow because you are too exhausted to move.”

I would have responded, my fingers tightening into fists as he pushed my legs wide.

“Just fucking look at you. Perfection. Always, fucking perfection.”

I enjoyed ‘cursing Nolan.’ But I enjoyed ‘licking Nolan’ more, I decided, as he disappeared between my legs and made good on his promise. Not being able to move my hands, grab his head or control him in any way made every swirl of his tongue more pronounced. Shocked that I began to clench, in record time, I tried to hold back.

To prolong the pleasure.

Was I really going to come already?

Apparently not. He stopped. Looked up. Smiled.

“No.” I said, pulling on the firmly tied bonds. “No, you’re not.”

“Don’t tell me to read your romance books and then ask me not to learn from them.”

Was he serious right now?

“You read a book?”

“Multiple.”

Did I even know this man? “You learned about edging from one of my romance books?”

The almost climax was no longer.

“Knew about it, just not that it had a name. Shall we try again?”

Nolan did it not once, or twice, but three friggin’ times before he finally let me come. When I did, my core pulsing like never before, wrists still bound, I screamed his name. That apparently pleased him, because when Nolan finally lifted his head, he was clearly enjoying himself.

“Unbelievable.”

“Thank you,” he said, standing. His erection was, if possible, even harder than it had been before.

I didn’t bother telling him that’s not what I meant. He knew, anyway, and was being funny. Was being … Nolan.

Except, I was reminded, once my wrists were unbound, this wasn’t the Nolan I knew.

This was sex god Nolan, and as he straddled me, it was hard to reconcile the two. Might take some getting used to.

“I might not last all that long,” he said. “Your way too fucking hot, and I’ve been dreaming about this a long, long time.”

Reaching for him, I pulled Nolan down to me.

“Dreaming, huh?” I teased. “Did you have your dick in your hand during these … dreams?”

Reaching between us, Nolan slipped himself inside me. Trying to let go of the disbelief that this was truly happening and enjoy the moment, I laughed when Nolan nodded.