Page 18 of My Playboy Neighbor

Afterward, Dom collapsed next to her.Both of them panting and sweating.When he finally reached up to untie Maya's wrists, his touch was gentle, reverent.

"Are you okay?"he asked softly, massaging her wrists where the silk had left faint marks.

"More than okay."Her voice was hoarse.

Dom pulled her against his chest, his arms wrapping around her possessively.The feeling of her soft body against his, completely spent from his ministrations, sent a wave of satisfaction through him.

Followed by a wave of dread.

What had he done? He couldn’t be this over the moon about a woman he just met.What if she was another Elena?What if tomorrow she showed the marks on her wrists to the world and lied about what happened?

His gut told him that Maya wouldn’t do that.

His brain, however, decided to spend the rest of the night overthinking things.

Chapter Five

Maya

Maya woke to the scent of expensive cologne and the unfamiliar weight of silk against her skin.For a moment, disorientation clouded her thoughts.This wasn't her bed.The sheets were too soft, the mattress too firm, and the room too large.

Then memory crashed back.Dom's hands on her body.His voice commanding her to surrender.The silk restraints around her wrists and the way she'd begged him for more.

Heat flooded her cheeks as she sat up, realizing she was wearing one of Dom's dress shirts.The white cotton fell to mid-thigh, the sleeves hanging past her fingertips.She had no memory of putting it on, which meant Dom must have dressed her while she slept.

The thought of him caring for her in such an intimate way sent an unexpected flutter through her chest.Maya pushed the feeling aside, trying to focus on the practicalities of her situation.She was in Dom's bed, wearing his clothes, after the most intense sexual experience of her life.

And she had no idea what happened next.

"Good morning, beautiful."

Maya smiled in appreciation as Dom appeared in the doorway, fully dressed in dark jeans and a gray sweater that emphasized the breadth of his shoulders.He was carrying a tray with two coffee cups and a large assortment of pastries, but there was something different about his demeanor—a careful distance that hadn't been there last night.

"I didn't know what you liked," Dom said, setting the tray on the bedside table without quite meeting her eyes."So I brought options."

Maya watched him move around the room, noting the way he seemed to be avoiding getting too close to the bed.The man who'd held her so possessively just hours ago was now maintaining careful physical distance.

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