Page 102 of Rush (White Lace 1)


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“You don’t like it?” Her head shot up. Her lips were glossy, sexy, perfect for wrapping around my dick. Christ, she had really bad timing.

I sat beside her on the bed. The mattress dipped and made a tiny squeak.

“Everly?”

She shivered at the sound of my voice.

I knew how she must be feeling. Sitting in the dark with her eyes covered for even a few minutes heightened your other senses. Which meant her senses of touch and hearing were working overtime.

She let out a heavy breath. “Do you like my surprise?”

I ran my finger down her arm, rounding her shoulder and dipping between her breasts. She pulled against her ties, her body tensing and straining just with that simple touch.

I didn’t want her doing anything for me. My deal to help her with the bucket list didn’t come with a price. Especially not this. She had nothing to prove when it came to her sexuality. She was perfect just as she was. All naiveté and hesitation. It was a turn-on. I loved it.

“Our deal was for me to help you with the bucket list and…I don’t think this was on the list.”

“I wanted to. I know you’re probably…” Her words trailed off. “I thought we’d try something different.”

“How about we just take this off.” I pulled at the knot at the back of her head. “I want to see those pretty eyes.”

I didn’t like them covered. They soothed me. Those beautiful blue pools of understanding. Of acceptance.

“You want me to see everything you do. O…kay.”

When the tie fell away, she blinked rapidly, trying to readjust to the dim light.

I could see everything in her eyes. All her fears. Her desires. Her wants and needs. They all stared back at me every time she looked at me.

Which only made every moment we spent together even more detrimental, because she could probably see the same reflected in mine.

When she finally

focused on me, all I saw was desire. But no matter how into this she was—I wasn’t going to be able to get there.

I unhooked the restraint on her wrist, then turned and did the same to her ankle.

“What are you doing? Don’t you want to…”

I made my way to the other side of the bed and released her. When she was free, she scrambled to the headboard, pulling her legs in and resting her chin on her knees. “You don’t think I’m sexy?”

“Sweetheart, you’re beautiful.” It killed me that she questioned my attraction. I didn’t know what else I could do to make her believe. “Seeing you tied up on this bed is so sexy—”

“But you untied me.” She looked up at me with such disappointment. I couldn’t bear to hurt her feelings.

“I just…”

“Oh,” she lengthened the word as if the lightbulb went on in her brain. “You don’t like bondage.” She perked up; her shoulders straightened and her eyes lit up. “Not a problem.”

She crawled off the bed and headed to her closet. When she bent over there was no denying the reaction in my pants. Her ass was half covered by the lace and the perfect round globes were dying to be smacked. But that was the old Max Levin. I was…someone new. I didn’t know who that person was, but I was determined to find out.

With a rustle of a plastic bag, Everly returned to the bed. “Why don’t you sit back and let me use these while you watch.” She pulled out several different sex toys. “That’s sexy, right?”

When I didn’t respond, her smile faded.

“How about some role play. Why don’t you lie down? We can pretend I’m your masseuse and I’ll give you a massage you’ll never forget.” She pulled out a bottle of massage oil. “I can make it really sexy for you.”

“Have you been hiding this stuff the whole time?” I pointed at the bag she’d taken out of her closet. “Do you have some kinky fantasies you’ve failed to mention?”

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