Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
I exhale and hold her close, my nose in her hair.
It’s complete and utter bliss.
But . . . will the questions ever stop?
18
My lids slowly flicker open, and my eyes battle through the harsh assault of morning light. I focus, finding her directly in my field of vision, and I love the sight of her looking down at my chest, clearly liking what she sees. I don’t mind what I’m looking at either. And it’s adorned in lace. Straddling me. I start to firm up.
Good fucking morning.
“Hey, baby,” I say, my voice thick with a mixture of sleepiness and lust.
“Hey.” She sounds perfect too, and in a desperate attempt to get my hands all over her, I shift my arms.
But they go nowhere.
And I hear clanging above my head.
And my fucking wrists hurt.
My eyes are fully open now, all wide and wary, and my sleepy face wrinkles in confusion as I look above my head. I jiggle my arms again, like the sound might confirm what I think I’m looking at.
It does.
“What the fuck?” I quickly search her out, finding her stunning face emblazoned with a look of . . .
Oh fuck.
That’s power right there. Power and satisfaction. “Ava,” I say quietly, warily, dreading asking. “Why the fuck am I handcuffed to the bed?”
“I’m introducing a new kind of fuck to our relationship, Jesse.” Her tone is oozing confidence and evenness but being greeted by her beautiful mouth releasing such vulgar language, especially the moment I wake, instantly heats my blood. Or is it because my hard-on is pushing between her thighs? It could be both.
“Mouth.” I lash out, throwing my arms around as I look up to the headboard, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. “These are not my handcuffs.”
“No, and there are two pairs. I’m sure you’ve noticed. So, like I was saying, I’ve invented a new fuck. And guess what?”
“What?” I honestly don’t want to know, but I’m kind of at her mercy right now—not in a good way—and that’s a dangerous place to be for both of us.
“I thought of it just for you.” She rotates her tiny hips, making me pull in a deep, worried breath. “I love you,” she says softly.
“Oh, fucking hell.” It hits my waking brain like a brick. I’m being played at my own game, except I fear she’s got a different motive. I can see it in the determined edge of her dark eyes. What’s she up to?
The delicate flats of her palms plant on my chest, and I watch as her exquisite face nears. I’m fighting to maintain steady breaths. Fuck, I’m struggling to breathe at all. “How old are you?” She skims her lips on mine, and even though that question has just told me all I need to know and I’m more than shocked by it, I can’t help being distracted from the clarity of my situation by the feel of her lips on mine. But then she pulls away, and I feel irritation brewing inside. Oh, this could get extremely ugly. I know how stubborn she can be.
With my hands bound, I try to lift my head to secure her lips to mine, knowing that if I can pay some special attention to her mouth, I might stand a chance of getting out of this little situation on top. But I’m denied the opportunity to distract her. I throw her an evil look.
“Thirty-three.” I nearly choke on a groan when she rubs into me. I’m in trouble, more so when she comes in close and starts biting and sucking at me.
“Tell me the truth.”
“Holy shit, Ava. I am not telling you how old I am.”
Her slender body lifts and she looks down at me, slightly irritated. “Why?”
I have no fucking clue what to say. I know I look good, I know she can’t control herself around me, and I know I send her dizzy with lust. But eleven years is a whole fucking decade, plus one! When I was twenty-one, she was ten. It just doesn’t sound right. I’m knocking on forty, although I never plan on looking it. And, Jesus, that gap between us is only going to increase come Monday. “Undo the cuffs,” I order, my teeth clenched. “I want to touch you.” I don’t like the delight she displays at my order. She knows she’s got me.
“No.” The little fucking temptress grinds down hard, sending me wild.
“Fuck.” I throw my body around a bit, for absolutely no purpose at all. I’m fucked. “Remove the fucking cuffs, Ava.”
She refuses.
“For fuck’s sake, don’t play games with me, lady.”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what to do.” She’s so calm. It makes me freeze . . . and worry more. “Are you going to stop being unreasonable and tell me?”
I’m probably just being difficult now, but if I give in on this, she’ll use it against me for the rest of my fucking life. The first thing I’m doing when I get free, after I’ve fucked some sense into her, is buying a bed that has no scope for attaching things to it. “No.”