His gi pants teased her bare toes when he dropped to his knees in front of her. He kissed the skin below her belly button.

The same time Amery released a little gasp of surprise, the shutter whirred behind her.

Ronin’s breath drifted over the damp spot he’d just kissed and she bit her lower lip as the camera clicked. His warm mouth slid a fraction lower.

Click.

Another inch put his mouth right on the lace band of her panties.

Click.

But the sneaky man didn’t kiss her there; he dipped his tongue beneath the lace.

She jerked and her head moved out of position.

“Don’t move.” Those rough fingertips were on her hips and he tugged her panties down—not off—but far enough to prevent her from widening her stance.

Click.

Amery felt the hot wash of his breath over the rise of her bare mound. No. He wouldn’t.

And then he did.

Ronin burrowed his tongue into the top of her slit and licked down, then back up. Zeroing that flicking tongue directly on her clit.

Somehow she held the position as he used that wicked tongue to drive her out of her mind.

She thought she heard the camera clicking, but she wasn’t sure she wasn’t hearing the muscle in her jaw popping from clenching her teeth.

No teasing. No slow buildup. Ronin just tongued her insistently until that breathless moment right before the orgasm slammed into her. Amery couldn’t help dropping her head back in ecstasy and sucking in a few gasping breaths as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

Once the fog lifted, she let her face dip down, almost in supplication.

Several more shots clicked.

“Amery.”

Her heart rate picked up.

“Look up for a second.”

As always when he bound her, she followed his instructions.

“Good. Now turn your head and glance over your shoulder.”

Her hair hung her face and she tossed her head to clear her line of sight.

Click.

The flash startled her, but she stared right into the camera lens.

Click.

“Beautiful, baby. Now relax.”

She allowed herself a small smile but didn’t otherwise move.

Click.

Then Ronin’s hands were on her face and his mouth captured hers in a combustible kiss. Although her heart still thumped like mad, she existed in that post-orgasmic haze.

“Need to have you like this,” he murmured against her lips. “Step out of your jeans.”

As soon as she kicked them free, he herded her backward to her office.

Ronin turned her around and bent her over her desk. She hissed in a breath when her ni**les and belly connected with the cold surface.

The head of Ronin’s c**k nudged her hot, wet center. He jerked on the rope dangling between her wrists. “Arms up and keep them up. I want to see your ass shake as I’m f**king you.”

Amery pressed her cheek into the cool wood and lifted her arms. The silken cord dropped between her butt cheeks.

Ronin said, “Jesus. I can feel the rope teasing my dick.”

He did a pelvis twist and plunged inside her cunt fully. Wrapping one hand around her hip, he repositioned her to keep her hipbones from banging into the desk. Then he twisted the rope in his other hand, pulling it as he f**ked her.

Each steady stroke fueled the fire between them. Ronin’s quiet intensity as he plowed into her kept her on the edge as she waited for him to detonate.

When that moment arrived, he stopped slamming into her and shuddered as his c**k emptied. The combination of her restraint and his passion set her off again. Her pu**y clamped around his c**k as it pulsed, milking every last seed.

Then he lifted her up and cranked her head around to meet his avid mouth, kissing with such sweetness she melted.

“Stay still,” he said gruffly. As he unwound the rope from her arms, his fingers brushed over the marks. “Still red even after the red rope is gone,” he murmured. “But they’ll fade in a few hours.”

Why did she have a twinge of regret that they’d fade so soon?

He held her for a long time and she relished the skin-on-skin contact. Then he played with her hair, twirling it around his fingers. He wrapped a thick chunk around his palm and brought it to his mouth, rubbing his lips across it. Each caress on her cheek and tender kiss on her forehead brought her back to herself. She felt secure that he knew exactly what she needed without her having to ask.

“Better?”

“Much. Thank you. For . . . all of it.”

“I’m humbled by the trust you place in me.” He nuzzled her temple. “I’ll never take that for granted.”

Men, in her experience, in the afterglow of great sex, would say anything in hopes of a repeat performance. But Ronin was different since he’d backed up his words with actions on more than one occasion. She could fall for him so easily.

Don’t be a fool. You’ve already fallen for him.

“Are you ready to see yourself on film?”

“No. I’m afraid to look.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like pictures of myself.” Understatement. Amery hated pictures of herself. “I always look goofy. Like the redheaded stepchild who gets shoved into the background hoping no one notices her.”

He pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Then you’ll be surprised by how breathtaking you look bound by me, won’t you?”

It’d kill her to see his disappointment when he witnessed proof of how unphotogenic she was.




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