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“Ditto. You like me holding you down and pounding into you from behind. You like me holding your wrists. Bet you’d even like it if I handcuffed you to this bed and slipped something into your ass, something you could clench while I fill your pussy.”

Her chest rose and fell with her shallow breaths. “Not sure what kind of conversation you wanted to have, but if your intent was to make me soak this bed before you touch me, you’re halfway there.”

“You thought I was banging someone else in my bed and you got jealous. Is that right?”

It was getting harder and harder for him to speak through the tightness clamping down on his lungs. The primal beat in his head urged him to take her, own her, make her scream his name. But he couldn’t. He had to ensure she was with him, that something more than arousal had made her seek him out.

More than spent jealousy that craved an outlet.

“Yeah. And then I felt guilty. You’re not that guy. I mean, obviously there’s all kinds of sides and parts to you I never guessed.” She cocked a brow, and he couldn’t help grinning, though he tightened his grip on her wrists. “But you aren’t a cheater.”

“I thought we weren’t together. That what we did the other night meant nothing. Your words,” he said lightly as she pursed her lips. “Not exactly, but close enough.”

“If that’s what it sounded like I meant, I’m sorry.”

“It did, and I may never forgive you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Except I already did.”

She let out a long breath. “Good. That’s good. When it’s been a while for you, sometimes you attach a lot of feelings to really good sex. I didn’t want to do that.”

“Stupendous sex,” he corrected.

Her lips curved. “You get really good for night one. Stupendous is a word you earn, buddy.”

“Oh, I will.” Deliberately, he lifted his groin away from hers, though he maintained his lock on her wrists. “So you got jealous because you thought I was a complete dick and then you got guilty for thinking that I could ever want another woman after I’ve had the gold standard of women on this fucking planet, then you doused my bed in bleach, then what?”

“No bleaching. Not yet. I didn’t even get to strip the sheets. Sorry. It was an eventful couple of hours.”

Briefly, she ran through how Mal had kicked the guy’s ass, and how he just wouldn’t stop beating on him until she took “extreme measures” to subdue him. She glossed over those and continued on to telling Elle and comforting her and how she’d ended up coming back with her to the hotel so they could talk for a while before Elle went to sleep. But that had turned out to be awfully fast, so Denver had sneaked down the hall to his room for a quickie.

Which was all well and good, once they finished this talk. And discussed one other pertinent bit of information.

“Those extreme measures you employed on Mal? What were they, exactly?”

“And poor Elle, she’s just so upset. She was just devastated. Can you imagine a guy taking advantage of her generosity like that?”

Recognizing Denver’s evasion tactics, Ryan gripped her chin. “What. Did. You. Do?”

“I grabbed hold of his penis.”

“You what?”

“Yeah, yeah, I touched his dick. Big deal. It’s like an elephant trunk. Those are fine in theory, but I prefer a much more manageable—”

“Oh, woman, you are about to get fucked to within an inch of your life.” Without warning, he hauled her up the bed and brought her hands up to the headboard. “Hang on to that. Don’t let go.”

“Wait, are we done talking?”

“A situation has arisen, so we’re hitting pause until we clear some things up. But no, we’ll never be done talking. Just so long as you acknowledge this isn’t a one-and-done kind of deal.” He rolled off the bed to root through the bag of items he’d gotten at The Velvet Vault. Some of them would be coming in very handy.

“Well, no, technically now it’s a two-and—”

“Shut up.” He smacked her thigh and she laughed, the sound fading into a whimper when his next smack fell between her splayed thighs. He yanked off her serviceable white panties and shoved them between her lips, making her big eyes flare even wider before she fell silent. “If you want me to stop, you say yellow. Got it?”

He expected her to argue. To struggle more, as she had the other night. That was Denver’s way, and he loved her spirit. But she just circled her hips and nodded, her jaw working as she fought to keep the gag between her lips.

Interesting. They were well matched in some ways he’d never suspected. The first time they’d slept together had certainly made him think so, but tonight was underscoring his impressions.

He drew out the fur-lined handcuffs, the condoms, the lube, and the anal beads. Though it was difficult, he didn’t look her way to gauge her reaction. Drawing out the moment was part of the experience. He was too impatient to build too much anticipation, but he wanted her writhing.

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