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“Isn’t that what we just had?”
He grins. “Time for chocolate cake. Then round two. And three. And you’re sleeping in my bed tonight and I’m making you breakfast in the morning. Soon, when you’re ready, you’re going to re-introduce me to Brooklyn as your man and not your friend but when you’re comfortable with it. What happened tonight? All of it. Not just the sex – which was fucking phenomenal – we’re going to repeat on a regular basis.”
I almost swoon.
“You with me?” he asks.
Instead of answering, I decide cake is for later.
“Good answer,” he murmurs when I climb on top of him.
He traps my hands behind me, pressing them against my lower back and he rears up, taking my mouth in a bruising kiss.
“You up for something a little different?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“How different are we talking? Trotter tried to convince me to try somethingdifferenta few times but I knew I would be the one left out of that trio.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “Not that kind of different. I don’t share and have no plans for any other dicks to be in my bed – or in you – ever. I’m talking toys. Blindfolds.”
My eyes widen and I lick my lips. “I’ve never used a blindfold.”
“Been tied up?”
I shake my head, biting my lip and cursing the way my cheeks heat.
“Is it something you want to try?” With his mouth assaultingthe spotbelow my ear, I would agree to just about anything.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m up for it.”
With lightning speed, he has me on my back and he’s off the bed, digging through one of his dresser drawers.
“Tied up or blindfolded?”
“Umm…” I don’t know which to ask for because both sound incredibly hot.
“Blindfold,” he decides. “We’ll tie you up later.”
“What if I want to tieyouup?”
“I’m open to that. Whatever I do to you, you can do to me,” he promises.
My breath comes out in a tremble, excited for what’s not just next to come for me, but for the fun we’ll have with me tying him up.
With tender movements, he binds the silky material around my head, cloaking me in darkness.
“You trust me?”
“Completely.”
“Good. Can you see?”
“Only a little bit of light.”
“Good girl. You were honest with me.”
My legs rub together at the termgood girl.
Without my eyesight, every sensation is heightened. The way his calloused fingertips trail over my soft skin. His woodsy, spicy scent mixed with sex. The sound of our heavy breathing.
