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“Because I just remembered something I read about in my manuscript,” she replied, flinging her long, silky hair out of the way and down her back. She licked her lips, her gaze sliding lower, over his abdomen and down further.
Mouth congress. Nick remembered the words he’d read before and rejected as too preposterous. Now they made a lot more sense.
He immediately went as thick and stiff as he’d ever been. Stiffer. He was going to burst right through his smalls.
The lady had shed her inhibitions under his tutelage, he thought proudly.
And the result was thoroughly wicked.
“Now then. Do you know why I’ve tied you?” she asked.
Mouth congress,Nick thought hopefully. “Ah...” His breath rasped harsh and fast. “I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me, Dimples. Or you could... show me,” he suggested.
Show me, show me,his mind screamed.
“I tied you up,” the little vixen said, licking her lips again, “so that we could have a nice, long... talk.”
Nick’s shoulders tensed and his arms strained against his bindings. “The nice, long object I was hoping you wanted rhymed with talk,” he ground out.
“I’m sure it did,” she purred. “And I’ll pay attention to you soon enough, I promise,” she said, in the direction of his tented smalls.
Nick always did love a woman who spoke directly to his cock.
“But right now,” she continued, her gaze traveling back to his face, “I’d like to hear you tell me a few things.”
Nick sighed. She really would be the death of him. “You know you don’t have to bind me to have a conversation, right?”
“I know, but it’s so much fun to bind you.” She drew her hands down his biceps. “And then frighten you with the threat of conversation.”
Nick narrowed his eyes. Was she... teasing him?
She was, the temptress.
“Alice, untie me right now.” He wanted to flip her on her back, thrust her arms over her head, and have her twenty different ways.
She bent down to kiss him, her lips soft yet demanding, moving over him hungrily.
Her hair fell in a curtain around them, blocking out the world with the faint, evocative scent of lavender and lemon leaves.
He kissed her hard and strong, pouring all his longing into it, telling her that he needed her.
He wanted so badly to clasp her, to thread his hands in her hair and deepen the kiss, but the silken cord held tight around his wrists, keeping him immobile.
“Alice,” he moaned. “Untie me, sweetheart, I have to touch you.”
“Not yet. Not until I do some exploring.”
She brushed her fingers down the trail of dark hair that led into his smalls. He instantly hardened again.
She tugged his smalls over his hips, and his cock sprang free, upright and eager for action.
“I think I’ll serve you as you served me,” she said breathily.
Nick held his breath, praying that what she’d said meant what he thought it meant...
She kissed her way down his chest, over his stomach, and still she kissed, lower, over the curly hair at the root of his cock.
She stopped.
