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I can do it again.

Another squirt of the delicious flavor, and I position myself to swallow him down.

He’s so damn big, and the metal makes me have to keep my tongue out to cushion my teeth.

But this time I get to see the pleasure on his face as each pair of steel balls sink into my throat.

Number four nearly makes me gag.

Number six brings tears to my eyes, and I have to back off to breathe.

“You’re going so good, April. Get to the bottom and then it’s my turn to give you a present.” He props up on his elbows with fire in his gaze.

Determination floods me.

With one more deep inhale, I try to relax and plunge forward, letting the bars move deeper until the eighth one passes my lips and my nose buries against his belly.

“Oh my god.” His voice is hoarse as he sits up, pulling me to him so he can kiss me with such passion he nearly bruises me. “You’re making me love you even more.” His lopsided grin is infectious. “Any more of that and I won’t last. I don’t want tonight to end yet. Get naked and wait here.”

Chapter 41

Ford

I leave my jeans behind to strut through the living room and get the small box.

Roscoe tilts his head, but I know it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.

Nerves get the best of me, dropping my throbbing cock to half mast.

I hope I don’t fuck everything up by doing this. This has every chance of blowing up in my face.

Swinging through the kitchen, I grab what I need, then return to the bedroom.

She’s so damn perfect, sitting there completely naked and stretched out in the bed waiting for me.

Her full lips purse then drift into a smile when I extend my palm offering her the simple cardboard with a bow.

Please don’t take this the wrong way.

Anxiously, I watch her tug on the short end of the ribbon and pull it loose.

When she lifts the lid off, her mouth falls into a frown.

“Ford?” Her voice is shaky as she reaches inside. “Handcuffs?”

Don’t screw this up.

I fall to my knees in front of her, hoping I don’t muddle this too badly.

“Remember how you asked me to erase every memory? Replace them with good ones?” I have to focus not to squeeze her thighs too hard.

Her slow nod means she hasn’t shut down completely.

“There’s a button release on those. They’re made so you can open them any time you want.” I tilt the wide edge in her grasp and push it, popping the clasp free. “See?”

I meet her worried gaze. “I love you, April. I’d never hurt you. Trust me enough that I can give you a memory so impossible to forget, that every time you see the scars on your wrist, you’ll think of me.”

I take a long inhale and hold it, terrified to breathe as I wait for her answer.

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