Page 37 of Grift

I let myself indulge for another minute, and then stand quickly, swiping my tie off the side table and tying those beautiful hands together in one swift motion. Not tight. She can slip her hands out if she wants to.

Her eyes widen, for a moment clouded with desire and then something like flashing defiance in them.

It makes me harder than I’ve ever been.

“I can give you so much pleasure, Jessica,” I growl low in her ear, aching need rippling through me as she gives an involuntary shiver and instinctively arches her hips again. “But you were a bad girl today. Bad girls don’t get to finish. You stay here until I say you can move.”

And with the greatest self-control I’ve ever demonstrated, I stand and cross the room to the door.

“Patrick?” There’s a desperate edge to her voice, and she’s writhing almost involuntarily.

“I know I can trust you.”

Stepping out of that room is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

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