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After their first meeting, Redmond had nearly insisted on having Chelsea around, even when he had Kaitlyn, and Chelsea loved her company.
Chelsea felt the change between them, but she didn’t expect Redmond to comment on it. Were they considered a couple, or did he consider them only friends?
She never had such intense, sexual fantasies about her friends the way that she did with Redmond. They traded fleeting touches and brushes of skin against one another, but he hadn’t invited her back to his bedroom, despite how much she wanted him to take her there. He’d occasionally brush his hand through her hair, and her thoughts would travel to the moment that he gripped her hair in his fists, plunging inside of her with brutal thrusts that tore her apart and brought a fast, rapid climax from her.
They finally had an evening without Kaitlyn, and they sat on the couch, encompassed in silence and each other’s company, as she worked up the nerve to mention it—to tell him that she wanted him to be so deep inside of her that she wouldn’t be able to think straight.
That’s all Chelsea wanted. Was it too much to ask?
“Do you want to get dinner?” he asked, turning his attention to her.
She wanted to say it. She was so great at putting on an uncaring front, but she couldn’t bring the words to her lips. What if he didn’t reciprocate the longing? “I want something else,” she finally said.
Once the words hovered between them, she couldn’t take them back. His eyes heated as he looked at her, trailing his eyes down her sitting body. It had been a month and two weeks—yes, she’d been counting. She knew it had been a moment of weakness for him. A distraction. And that’s all it was meant to be, but she wanted it again. Distraction or not, she wanted to experiencehimagain.
“What do you want?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The heat between her legs grew. She knew she was braver than she was acting. Since when was she afraid to tell a man what she wanted?
“I want you to tie me up and fuck me again.”
God, did shereallyjust say that?
The smile that pulled Redmond’s face was feral as he stood in front of her, gripping the clasp on his belt. She shuddered at the memory of that belt—at the way he used it to restrict her movements. To hold her back as he shattered her from the inside out.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask.” She watched with her mouth agape as he removed the belt and grabbed one of her wrists. “Stand up.”
Chelsea obeyed with shaking knees.
The way he tied the belt around one of her wrists was different than before, and he turned his head, scanning the room. His attention moved back to her, and a wicked smile manifested as he gestured to the front window of his house.
Chelsea gaped as he led her toward it.
He lifted her arm above her, and before she realized what exactly the man had planned, he had her wrists secured to the curtain rod. She stood on her tippy toes as he looked her over, leaning in and brushing his lips against her ears.
“I’m thinking something else this time,” he whispered.
He reached a hand up her shirt and pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers hard enough that she gasped, and flairs of pleasure speared through her. She bent forward, putting more pressure on the curtain rod before straightening herself.
“Your neighbors will see,” she panted, already more than ready for him to take her from the single gesture.
“Let them.”
He tugged down her shorts and dropped to his knees, looking up at her through raised lashes. He knelt forward, flicking his tongue around the sole spot that had her writhing. But his tongue followed her no matter where she wiggled or moved. She lifted her head and moaned loudly, and with her noise of satisfaction, he plunged his tongue into her core, and she came undone.
Redmond feasted on her. She shuttered and writhed as everything around her spun and intensified. The window behind her became irrelevant as the feeling of Redmond’s tongue inside of her and hands on her waist overshadowed everything.
She found her release a handful of times as she dangled from the restraints, unable to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.
By the time he finished, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own two feet. He stood and wiped at his mouth, pride flickering in his eyes. Chelsea melted at the look of longing that he gave her.
“We’re going to get food, and then I’ll have you for dessert afterward.”
She wanted to melt at the words.
He reached forward, wrapped a solid arm around her waist, and unclasped the belt from around her hands. Chelsea was wordless as she regained control of her limbs and balanced, careful to keep her weight from her still-tender ankle. Redmond helped her back to the couch where she sprawled wordlessly. She’d never been so satiated as when with him.
“So, after dinner…” she started.
