Page 102 of Renegade Rift

“As long as you’re not going to spank me with it,” I tease.

He arches a brow. “Is that something you would like?”

“No.” Definitely not a kink I have.

“Good, because it’s not really my thing either.” He reaches up and tugs off his T-shirt, and my eyes are glued to the hard planes of his chest. The way his muscles dip and cave should be illegal. Lock me up and throw away the key. I’ll gladly go to jail for the opportunity to marvel at them.

And then he adds, “But bondage, I can get behind.”

My mouth goes dry.

“You want to tie me up with that?” I ask, voice high even though I don’t hate the thought of it.

“Oh no, love.” He chuckles, and I go weak at the knees for his endearment. “I want you to tiemeup.”

My eyes dart to the belt and back up. “You want me to tie you up with that?”

“I want you to allow me to respect your boundaries.” He wraps the belt around his wrists so they’re cuffed, then offers me the ends to buckle them together.

“And how does that work?”

“It gives you control.” He steps forward and thrusts his hands into mine, waiting to continue until I’ve finished securing the buckle. “And makes it impossible for me to grab your hips when you sit on my face.”

My jaw drops and I blink, my mind fumbling to make sure I heard him correctly. “Excuse me?”

He wants me to do what?

Ford’s lips twitch into a devilish grin. “You heard me.”

He plops down on the bed and scoots to the center. Once he’s situated, Ford lifts his hands and hooks the belt on the ornate metal bed frame. He cranes his neck and looks over to where I’m still standing in shock.

“Come on, Juliet. That sexy little cunt of yours isn’t going to come all on its own.”

The mouth on this man.

Drunk butterflies take flight low in my belly, but I fight their presence by hugging the blanket tighter around me. “Ford, I can’t?—”

“You can and you will.”

I twist my hands in front of me. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Well, I’m honored to be your first, then.”

“Can’t we just do it like we did before?” Do I really have to sit on his face? What if he can’t breathe? I can’t be responsible for killing him.

“Any knight can kneel before you and pledge his loyalty, but only a man worth being your king will offer to be your throne.”

“And are you a man worth being my king?”

I tease him because I don’t know what to say when he makes valid points. Especially when my mind screams,please say no, but my heart argues,he could be.

How the hell did we end up here?

“Maybe someday.” He shrugs like he isn’t insinuating he wants to be that man. “Right now, I’m just the lucky bastard who gets to teach you the difference.”

God, he’s infuriating.

And incredible.

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