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“I’m not falling for that.” I smirk, not sure what I mean by the statement but feel it just the same.

“Falling for what?”

“You.” It slips from my mouth before I can catch it.

“Oh.” His lip twitches, and his eyes sparkle. “But you will.”

“I don’t know what’s going on here, this cat and mouse shit you’re playing, but if you think—” I’m hushed by his finger to my lips.

“I’ll do it,” he huskily says as his finger slides slowly down from my dry lip.

I blink. “Do what?”

His eyes drop to my mouth. His teeth run over his bottom lip. I imagine them on my skin, lightly piercing my flesh and biting away my anxiety.

“Help what ails you,” he says. “Now, go to the bedroom.” His eyes rise to mine. “Take all your clothes off and lie on the bed.”

I stare at him. What’s wrong with me? This is what I want, what I’ve been asking for, yet my feet remain bolted to the floor, legs trembling, and my heartbeat speeds up.

“Harper.”

“Yeah?” I blink again.

“Are you comprehending what I said, or do you need me to repeat it?”

“I’m going.” I spin around and do as the man commands.

I strip down to nothing, get under the sheets, and pull them to my chest. Seconds tick by, allowing my heart to accelerate to a dangerously high speed.

He appears in the doorway in still nothing but jeans and glances at me. “That’s not going to do.”

“What?”

“Remove the sheet.”

I blink a few times. What’s up with that? Why am I hesitant?

He walks over to the side of the bed, grips the sheet, and drags it down from my body, leaving me naked, vulnerable, and exposed.

His eyes roll over me slow and deliberate before he moves to the closet. He opens it and turns around with a few ties in his hands.

“You don’t plan on tying me to the bed, do you?” A nervous yet excited laugh expels from me. I’ve never been tied up before. The thought of him doing it arouses me.

“I most certainly do.” He grips my ankle and wraps the tie around it. “I’m going to make you come until you’ve gotten all this out of your system.”

“I think there’s an easier way to do it that doesn’t involve tying me up,” I say as he fastens the material around the bedpost.

He grips my other ankle and spreads my legs apart. “I’m not going to fuck you, Harper.” He works on securing my other foot to the bed.

Legs wide open, heat stimulates between them.

A wet and painful heat nagging to get out.

“Why not?” I watch him move to the head of the bed, desperately trying to dismiss the mess he’s making between my open legs.

“Because you’re not there yet.” He ties my wrists together and pulls them up over my head.

“I’m not where?” My breasts rise with my arching back.

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