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“Up,” I say, and she rises to her feet, her body swaying slightly. I lead her toward the private elevator, her bound hands brushing against my arm. She leans into me, her breasts pressing against my side.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I ask, my voice teasing.

She nods, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and I chuckle. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

The elevator doors slide open, and I guide her inside, her body pressed against mine. She rubs her breasts against my arm, her movements deliberate and teasing. I groan, my resolve wavering for just a moment.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Pet,” I mutter, pulling her closer.

Tyler’s gaze is filled with a mix of innocence and desire, and I know I’m completely, utterly lost.

The elevator doors close, and I can’t hold back any longer. I spin Tyler around, her bound body pressed against the wall, her back arching as I yank her hips toward me. Her pussy is already wet, ready, and I’m throbbing, desperate to be inside her. I don’t care about the punishment I was supposed to give her. I don’t care about the game. All I care about is her.

I shove my cock into her with a growl, her tight heat enveloping me in a way that makes my knees weak. She gasps around the ball gag, her eyes wide for a moment before they narrow with that sly, knowing look. She knew exactly what she was doing when she teased me. She knew I’d break. And damn it, she’s right.

“You’re a menace,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her, hard and deep. “A beautiful, brilliant menace.”

She moans, the sound muffled by the gag, but her eyes are laughing at me. She’s won this round, and she knows it. But as I feel her clench around me, her body trembling with pleasure, I can’t help but feel like I’ve won too. She’s mine. Completely, utterly mine.

I slam into her again and again, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the small space. Her bound hands brush against my arm, her fingers curling as if she’s trying to touch me, to hold me. I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper, my voice rough with need. “Absolutely perfect.”

Her moans grow louder, her body tightening around me as she gets closer. I can feel it too, the pressure building, the heat coiling in my gut. I’m so close, so damn close.

“Tyler,” I groan, my thrusts becoming erratic. “I love you.”

I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. But then she’s coming, her body convulsing around me, and I’m right there with her, spilling inside her with a growl that’s half pleasure, half relief.

I pull the gag from her mouth, my hands trembling as I undo the harness. She gasps for air, her chest heaving, and then she’s kissing me, her lips soft and desperate against mine.

“I love you too,” she whispers between panting breaths, her hands tangling in my hair. “I love you, Lanz.”

I kiss her back, my heart swelling with something I can’t quite name. She’s mine. And I’m hers. Completely, utterly hers.

CHAPTER 19

TYLER

Chop Suey snores softly on my lap, his little pug body rising and falling with each breath. I scratch behind his ears absentmindedly, staring out the window at the city lights. Cindy plops down on the couch next to me, a bowl of popcorn in hand. She shoves a handful into her mouth, crumbs scattering everywhere.

“So,” she says, mouth still full, “how was the Netherlands? Did you two do the whole windmills-and-tulips thing, or was it more of a ‘stay in the hotel and bang like rabbits’ kind of trip?”

I roll my eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “It was fantastic, as always. Lanz was wonderful, too. He took me to this little café by the canals, and we?—”

“Yeah, yeah, he’s perfect, blah blah blah,” Cindy interrupts, waving her hand dismissively. “But something’s off with you. Spill.”

I sigh, my fingers stilling on Chop Suey’s head. He lets out a little grunt of protest, so I start scratching again. “It’s just… things are moving really fast with Lanz. Faster than I expected.”

Cindy raises an eyebrow, her green eyes narrowing. “How fast are we talking? Like, ‘he’s already picking out china patterns’ fast, or ‘he’s got a ring hidden in his sock drawer’ fast?”

“Neither,” I say quickly, though the thought of Lanz with a ring makes my stomach do a little flip. “It’s just… it’s only been two months since our first date. Two months. And it feels like we’ve been together forever, but also like it’s only been a week. Does that make sense?”

Cindy shrugs, tossing another handful of popcorn into her mouth. “Sounds like you’re in love. So what’s the problem?”

“I don’t know,” I admit, my voice soft. “I guess I’m just… scared. What if I’m not ready for this? What if I mess it up?”

Cindy snorts, leaning back against the couch. “Girl, if he’s not getting it done in the bedroom, that’s one thing. But from the way you’ve been glowing lately, I’m guessing that’s not the issue.”

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