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“Nah,” he shakes his head, “I have much better uses for my cock and getting kicked is not part of the plan. But,” he palms my breasts, “I definitely have plans to fuck your tits later.”

Warmth floods my body and my pussy clenches at his words. “I hate you.”

He shakes his head. “You wish you did, baby.”

I shake the cuff. “Are you going to let me out of here?”

He pretends to think. “Nah, I think I’m going to leave you there for a while.”

“Hollis!” I shriek, thrashing against the couch, but whatever handcuffs he got are the real deal and I’m not going anywhere until he lets me. “Are you going to let me starve?”

“Nope, I’m going to feed you. But first I’m getting you naked.”

My breath stutters at his words. Me, naked and vulnerable, handcuffed to the couch while he feeds me.

His golden eyes grow serious. “If at any point you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so, don’t be afraid with me. This is about pleasure,” his voice purrs.

“What do you have planned?” I choke out.

“Nothing too crazy … yet.”

My body shivers at his words.

He hooks his fingers into each side of my sleep shorts but doesn’t take them off.

“I’m going to undress you now,” he says huskily.

“O-Okay,” I stutter out.

He slips my shorts off and grins. “No panties?”

“I knew I wouldn’t need them.”

Air hisses between his teeth and he shakes his head.

I’ve rendered Hollis Wilder speechless—quick, someone give me an award.

A moment later his shit-eating grin is back in place and he tilts his head. “I hope you’re not fond of your shirt.”

“Why?” I ask hesitantly.

He doesn’t answer with words. Nope, the jerk grabs the thin fabric in both hands andripsit off my body.

He lets the shredded garment fall to the floor with a smug smile.

“I’m going to slap that smile off your face,” I grind out—fighting not to let him see how fucking hot I actually found it.

“Ooh, feisty,” he jokes.

His heat disappears from my bare body and in the blink of an eye I can’t even see him, but I can hear him in the kitchen poking around.

Minutes tick by.

More.

I’m desperate to see what he’s doing, but with my left hand cuffed to the couch I can’t sit up to see him and my only other option is rolling face first onto the floor. Buck-ass naked.

I’m stuck.

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