Page 60 of Tempt

He shrugs. “I wouldn’t want to have to tie you up. Make sure you don’t go anywhere.”

“Oh,” I breathe. “Well…”

He gestures at the tool belt, framing a denim-bound erection. “Options, ma’am. You could distract me with that pretty little mouth. It looks nice and soft. Wet.”

My belly quivers. “You want my mouth?”

He racks his gaze down my body. “To start.”

“And if I say no?”

His gaze darkens to a scary glower.Yes, please.“You don’t want to say no.”

“But I can’t…” I whisper it, licking my lips. “I can’t let you have my mouth.”

“Just remember, I gave you that option.” He grabs me roughly and peels off my coat, then shoves off his own.

“Wait,” I whisper.

He freezes, his hands gentling on my arms.

“Just lock the door first.”

He stifles a laugh as he twists and flips the deadbolt. Then he shoves me into the living room, where I stumble into the couch as he carefully draws the drapes fully closed.

He grabs a bundle of rope and approaches me, looming large. “Here’s the thing, ma’am.” He sighs and uncoils the rope, letting it fall on me in a loose pile. “I like you. I like doing work for you. But a man deserves compensation, you know. And if you don’t have money for me, and you won’t give me anything else freely, then I’ll need to take it.”

“Please don’t,” I whisper.

And Sam, because he is lovely, stops again. Looks at me. Really looks. We should have talked about this first, we both know that, but fuck it.

I smile. “Please don’t take it. But if you tie me up, then I can give you what you want. Just so long as I have that cover…should I be discovered. I can’t be known as a loose woman, you see.”

“Don’t worry.” He roughly rubs his thumb against my lower lip, making my mouth fall open. “This will be our little secret. Yes, like that. Lick me. Show me what that little mouth can do when you don’t have any other choice.”

I suck at his thumb eagerly, and moan when he pulls away.

He grabs my hands and presses my wrists together, wrapping them swiftly in the rope. He doesn’t make it too tight, and he coils the rope up my forearms, spreading the pressure away from just my wrists.

It feels remarkable. Like a hug. Firm but not hard, restrictive but not too much.

“Are you all right?” His voice changes, just Sam now, just for a second, and I meet his gaze.

I nod. “Perfect.”

“I knew it,” he drawls, back in character. “Just needed to be shown you didn’t have a choice in the matter.” He notches his thumbs against the tool belt, his fingers pressing against the imprint of his cock behind his fly. “I like the way you look like this.”

I swallow hard.

He takes his time unzipping, palming himself first through his jeans, and then inside, keeping his cock hidden from my hungry view.

By the time he shoves his boxers down and fists his bare cock in front of my face, I’m panting. I swallow him eagerly, the fact I can’t touch him at all a wild limit that jacks up my arousal. It makes me squirm on the couch, press my thighs together.

Sam notices. “You like that, huh? My big cock in your mouth, nothing to stop me. You’re so pretty like this, with your lips stretched wide, and your hands tied up like that. Look at me, Hazel. Look at how much I like this, too.”

I nod up at him, making a fumbling sound around his erection. His eyes hood a bit more, his own mouth looking wet and slutty, just like mine.

I’m glad I told you, I try to say with my eyes.

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