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If he says anything else, I don’t hear it. I think I might go blind as well as deaf. I don’t see stars. There’s no white noise. There is nothing but his hands holding me down and the explosion of pleasure between my legs.
Chapter 16
KEIR
Collapsed against me with her tethered arms now around my neck, Paisley’s tears wet my skin. I know I didn’t hurt her—no more than she wanted me to. No more than she could stand, at least. But fuck me, I don’t remember it ever being this intense.
‘Sweetheart, are you okay?’ I gather her dark hair, pushing it across her shoulders. ‘Say something.’
She shakes her head, nuzzling closer when I really need to see her face. I’m officially beginning to panic when she kisses my jawline, then presses her lips against my pulse point.
‘I thought I’d lost you for a moment there.’
‘I thought I’d lost my mind.’ Her voice is a hoarse—kind of twenty-a-day hoarse—her body moving against my deep chuckle.
‘Come on. Give me your hands.’
‘I don’t want be cut loose,’ she half whines, though cooperative as I lift her hands from behind my head.
Truthfully, I don’t really feel like moving her.Bareback fucking is sublime.My dick has softened inside her and the results of our fucking is dripping from between her legs. Part of me wants to look—to lay her down against the comforter and spread her legs.Part of me. The dirty part who doesn’t get out much these days.
Her hands between us, I begin to wish I’d thought to bring scissors, but even I’m not that fucking clever. The fact that the tie was in my pocket was surprise enough.
‘It’s a nice tie,’ Paisley mumbles, attempting to use her shoulder to move her hair. I brush it from her face, running my fingers along the dark silky strands and her back. This woman. She’s... stunning.
‘Even with the racoon eyes I must be sporting.’
I huff out a laugh, surprised I’d spoken my thoughts. ‘Especially because of your panda eyes. Pandas are cute.’
‘I like the way you say cute.’
‘How do I say it?’ I ask, returning to the tightened knot.I’m going to look like a proper tool if I can’t get it loose.
‘Like it has aQ.And an extra syllable.’
‘You’re somethin’ else.’
‘Trouble, you said. About this tie. How attached to it are you?’
‘Attached? Not much. It was a Christmas gift from my PA.’
‘Silk? You must pay her well.’
‘I do pay him very well. Though he doesn’t know that I know he charged it to the company credit card.’
‘Wow!’ The word comes out in a giggle.
‘Aye, he’s a cheeky fucker. But that’s Aussies for you.’
‘How about we call reception and ask to borrow scissors?’ she says, right at the moment I lower my head and begin biting the knot to loosen it. ‘You’re good with your teeth,’ she says softly. Teeth tearing into the silk knot, I look up at her. ‘I really liked it.’
Something twists deep in the pit of my gut at the same moment the knot begins to slacken, thankfully, because I’m about to start probing the meaning behind those words. Does she like it because I do? Is she messing with me?
‘All done.’ My voice rumbles as I unravel it from her wrists. The silk has left marks. And fuck if they don’t look good.
‘You like that,’ she asserts. Running her fingers across her wrists, she flicks her gaze alternately between the marks and my guarded expression. ‘You like looking at your handiwork.’
No point in hiding it, I decide. Not when she doesn’t appear to be judging.Unlike someone I once knew. Fuck it. I’m acting like a schoolgirl. What’s next? Sending her a note with a request to mark the truth?
