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I laugh again, partly to cover my nerves. “Open up and fuck me!”
The door swings open, and I’m suddenly at eye level with Grizz’s big, hairy chest. It’s heaving, like he just ran a marathon. There’s a wild, angry look on his face as he stares me down. I think I’ve just awoken the beast.
4
GINGER
My mouth goes dry at the sight of all that raw, masculine energy. I let myself take in his wide, barrel chest and that happy trail of hair that leads down to the waistband of his gray sweatpants. They barely conceal a prominent bulge. My fingers ache to cup it. What would he say if I touched him there? Would he drop his head back and beg me to keep going? Would he put me on my knees and demand I relieve him that way?
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He demands, fury emanating from him. I definitely didn’t expect this kind of welcome from the grumpy mountain man. Sure, he’s always a little surly but nothing like this. Is it because of what he saw on my tablet?
I remember to slip into character at the last minute. I frown and look around, pretending to be disoriented. “You’re not Duke!”
He snorts. “You got that right, sweetheart.”
“But he’s supposed to be here,” I feign a whine. “How am I ever going to get laid?”
A muscle in Grizz’s jaw clenches. “I’ll ask you one more time. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here?”
I’ve always thought that Grizz was sexy, but it turns out, I find Angry Grizz even sexier. There’s just something about seeing him all rumpled and riled up that makes me want to climb him like a tree. “Not getting laid, obviously.”
“Are you drunk?” Grizz demands.
I must have doused myself in more alcohol than I realized. Then again, I’m standing so close to him that I can feel the heat from his naked chest. So very naked. What would he do if I licked him? What if I ran my tongue all along his hot skin?
I fake another hiccup. “Ish not your business.”
“The hell it isn’t.” With that, Grizz grabs my arm and tugs me into his cabin.
I protest and try to pull away from him, but it’s useless. Grizz is so much bigger and stronger than me. He barely even notices my resistance. Instead, he drags me through his home so quickly that I don’t have time to glance around.
He shoves me onto his big king-size bed. I’m still reeling, trying to figure out what he’s doing. Before I can make sense of this side of him, he grabs my wrists and secures them to the headboard.
I pull on the soft t-shirt that’s restraining me. I don’t think this is just a game anymore. It definitely doesn’t feel like one. Still, my panties are wetter than they’ve ever been in my life. Something about having Grizz overpower me and tie me to his bed is making my nipples sharp points beneath my dress. “What the fuck is this?”
“This is me, keeping you safe,” he answers, reaching down at the floor.
He yanks up my bag that I dropped next to the bed. It’s just a prop. I never meant for him to look inside of it, so I squeal in protest, “That’s my stuff!”
He pulls out a bottle of lube and snorts. “A real man wouldn’t need this.”
I scowl at him. Guys are so dumb sometimes. “An estimated one in five women experience vaginal dryness during intercourse and—”
“And that’s unacceptable. A real man makes damn sure his woman is primed,” he grunts again and reaches back into the bag. It’s a collection of goodies that I’ve been sent since I started doing my podcast.
This time he holds up the nipple suckers in bright pink and shakes his head. He mutters something under his breath that sounds like, “Stupid motherfucker.”
I forget all about our game. I never imagined that Grizz of all people would be so judgmental when it came to sex toys. I jerk at the t-shirt holding me to the bed, desperate to end this whole embarrassing night. He’s tied it so tightly. Dammit, how did he do this? “It’s kidnapping to hold someone against their will.”
He produces a pair of red leather wrist restraints. That set is one of my favorites because it’s so pretty. The leather is soft with just enough give, and it comes with a matching ankle set. Not that I’ve ever had anyone to play with. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m about to upgrade this kidnapping.”
Without waiting for me to respond, he climbs onto the bed. He pins me with a knee on either side of my hips. He’s careful to keep his body leveraged, not letting his groin anywhere near me.
“Let me go home,” I demand, my cheeks burning. I can’t believe I ever thought this was a good idea. Sure, I knew there was a possibility that Grizz could reject me. But I never imagined he’d open my toy bag and have a good laugh. What a giant prick.
