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I stumbled backward, staying at the door as he walked into the room. I couldn’t get near him. Couldn’t bear to see if I’d overstepped. If he hated it.

He went to the lingerie first, smirking at me over his shoulder. With one hand, he reached out and drew his finger down the center of the lacy corset. He might as well have been trailing that finger around the swells of my breasts for as much as I ached, watching his eyes narrow into slits as he took in the rest.

He smirked at the handcuffs.

And once he held one of the leather cuffs to the other bindings in his hands, my body shivered.

His lips pushed out, gaze narrowed. His chest heaved and oh God. He did. He hated the idea of all of this. Fear raced through me as he stood so still, all but that finger tracing the leather. Like he didn’t know how to let me down.

“I want your ass over here and on your knees in three seconds or you’re going to see a side of me you haven’t met.”

Maybe I was wrong.

I tripped over my feet, over the edge of his rug in my hurry to get to him and by the time I fell to my knees, my heart was a giant ball in my throat.

His hand came down, brushed through my hair, and cupped the back of my neck.

“You want to try this?”

I swallowed, but my mouth was dry. “I thought you would like it.”

“But do you want it?” He gripped my neck, forcing me to tilt my chin at him. His expression was still unrecognizable. So tense.

“Yes, sir.”

He nodded, dropping his hand from my hair. He went back to fondling the bindings. There were two sets that would go beneath the mattress. The cuffs would bind my ankles and my wrists. I pictured myself, spread eagle on his bed in all that black lace against his white sheets and almost wept with neediness.

My lingerie set appeared in my vision. “Go put this on. Take your time. It’ll take me a minute to get everything ready.”

He was choosing the bindings. Not the cuffs. I’d wondered if he’d start with the simpler choice, but I should have known.

When it came to Logan and me, nothing was simple.

Why start now?

He curled his hand on my biceps and guided me to my feet. I hugged the lingerie to my chest as his thumb pressed beneath my chin. “Thank you, Ruby. I love my gifts.”

“We haven’t used them yet.”

“Trust me.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over mine. “We are going to love them.”

Chapter 24

Logan

I wouldn’t let her go. Not after Christmas. Not when Vanessa returned. I didn’t give two little shits where she wanted to go to school. We’d make that work. But no woman, no woman I’d ever met in my life, was as incredible, as loving and kind and gracious, and also kinky as Ruby Moore.

She was a vision, spread eagle on my bed. As soon as I had her tied up, I couldn’t stop. I’d already brought her close to an orgasm by twisting, pulling, and sucking on her nipples. They were shoved high on her chest. The cups of her corset tugged beneath them. She could barely move due to her limbs being stretched so far and as I slid down the bed, my fingers trailing down the center of her stomach, her rasps and panted breath were an angelic harmony. God, I didn’t want to let her go.

I kissed her legs. I teased her, trailing my tongue along the waistband of her panties. They’d have to come off. I went to tear them, when she whispered my name.

“What?”

Her eyes were filled with lust and desire. My own had to be mirroring the same look. “Look closely.” She dipped her chin down toward where my fingers were brushing back and forth over the lace.

“Oh… I like this.”

Crotchless. I tugged at the edges of her panties, and her entire soaking wet pussy was exposed. Her inner thighs glistened and… “Hell yes. You are perfection,” I groaned against her clit before I licked her. I could live in the crux of Ruby’s thighs for a lifetime. She was delicious. So damn sweet. I was hungry for her, desperate for her every time I was in the same room with her. Tonight was no different.

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