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“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I reply.
“And you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“Good. Because you’re about to be at my mercy.”
Out of his back pocket, he pulls a long bright red piece of silky material and winks as he pulls off my black tank top. With my breasts bared to him, I arch my back and he dives in, working at the button and zipper of my jeans.
I place my hands on the counter and lift up and he tugs them down my legs. I toe off my booties at the same time, his mouth never leaving my nipple.
Multitasking at its finest.
Now only in my thong, he traps my hands behind me, binding them together at my wrists with the silk ribbon.
“I’ve had a taste for you and I’m about to get my fill,” he growls.
“Oh my hell,” I mumble, falling back on my forearms. My feet are propped on his shoulders and his shoulders spread my thighs apart to the point they’re burning.
Over the thin material of my thong, he sucks hard before moving it to the side and plunging two fingers inside of me.
He curls his fingers and twists them together all the while his mouth is continuing its assault on me.
Suddenly I feel cool air and I’m being lifted, turned around, and planted with my cheek against the counter, my ass in the air, and my underwear tugged down my legs.
“Cash,” I whisper.
“I’ve been dreaming of this for weeks, Hadley. If you’re ever uncomfortable and don’t want this, you tell me.”
“What are you…?”
I’m cut off by the feel of something pressing against the tightness between my butt cheeks.
“Have you ever tried this?”
“Are we… are we doing anal?”
“Doing anal?” he asks, chuckling. “No, not tonight, sweetheart. We’re going to play, though.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief then tense up again. “What do you mean by play?” I ask, trying to look at him over my shoulder.
“Trust me.”
“I don’t know about this.”
Behind me, he squirts something into his hand and rubs it around my center then presses an object against my tight hole. I squirm beneath him but then he drops to his knees, using his tongue between my legs as he gently presses the unseen – to me, anyway – object slowly inside of me. I stretch around it, wincing at the pleasure pain it brings me, and try to stay relaxed.
I’ve read enough romance books to know that relaxing is key.
Hell, even on an incredibly drunken night, Trotter and I talked about his first time with a man and I’ll never forget his “words of wisdom” regarding the subject.
Shaking my head to clear that memory, I shift my feet, spreading myself open farther for him.
“Good girl,” he mutters against me.
With one hand holding my hips still, his other continues to work at pushing the toy in slowly.
