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"I’m sorry I hurt you." I lower my arms to my side. "I promise you I didn’t mean a word of what I said earlier."
"Why should I believe you?"
I blow out a breath. "Because the opposite is true."
"What do you mean?"
"Because I love your curves. I love the heaviness of your breasts, the slight bulge of your stomach—"
She winces.
"No … no, don’t be ashamed of it. It makes you so human, so womanly. It makes me want to tie you up every time I see you, so I can see your flesh crisscrossed by the marks when I take them off."
"Is that supposed to be romantic?" She half-laughs. "I don’t know if you really mean it or if you are simply saying it because you want to get in my pants again."
I close the distance between us and push into the curve of her ass. She stiffens, then a shudder runs up her spine.
"Do you feel that?" I demand. "Can you see how much you turn me on? How much I want you? How crazy you make me, Flower? Every time I see you, I want to be inside you. Hell, even when I’m not with you, I want to fuck you. Every time the events of the past crowd in on me, I want to stuff myself into your hot, slick hole while I finger your ass and cram my fingers into your mouth."
"That’s"—she clears her throat—"an oddly specific image."
"Not to mention that I want to take your ass."
She purses her lips. "Not that again. What is it about guys and anal, huh?"
"What isn’t it about anal?" I laugh. "Don’t mock it ‘til you try it, Doc."
"Exactly." She blows out a breath. "As a doctor, I can tell you that, that particular part of your anatomy is not meant for that particular type of use."
"When it’s someone you are obsessed with, when every curve of their body is imprinted in your mind’s eye, when you can’t stop thinking of their gorgeous behind, and how it’d look to have your handprints etched into the beautiful swell of their butt, then—I can assure you— that particular type of use takes on a whole new meaning." I lean in until I can place my mouth next to her ear. "And when you are tied up and aroused to fever pitch, it’s even more fulfilling."
"So, you’re telling me that it won’t hurt?"
"I’m not saying that."
"You’re not selling this to me." She huffs.
"Not trying to." I tuck a stand of hair behind her ear." Just as I hope you’ll accept it when I say that I love everything about your body. But especially, your thick thighs and your gorgeous behind. I’m so turned on by you; it’s why I’ve been pushing you away. It’s why I—"
"Insulted me earlier?" She murmurs, "And by the way, I’m not sure you calling my thighs thick is supposed to be romantic."
I slide my hand down to her thigh and squeeze. "Believe me, there’s nothing like having these gorgeous curves to hold onto while I take you from behind."
She bites the inside of her cheek. "I have a confession to make, as well."
"Oh?"
"When you bent me over and shoved your hand down my pants, and I was resisting you, but you didn’t stop?"
I nod slowly.
"It really turned me on."
I pause, then step back. "I’m not sure what you’re saying."
She straightens, then turns to face me, her hands still bound behind her back. "You said earlier that you wanted to push my limits; did you mean it?"
The hair on the back of my neck rises. "Yes." I school all emotion from my face. "Why do you ask?"
