Page 105 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

Amy struggled to take a breath, her chest constricting with fear. She’d told Harper about her desire to be captured and taken by a stranger, but it was just something she dreamed about. Masturbated to while imagining the scene in her mind. Not something she ever intended to do.

You’re in America, Amy. It’s your time to go wild. Experience it all.

Of course, there was wild and then there was completely batshit.

Is it mental? What about the trip to a sex club you included on your Chicago itinerary?

She wished her inner voice would shut the hell up. She wanted to have a proper panic attack, not deal in common sense, however twisted.

“What are you planning to do?” She wasn’t stupid. Maybe her love life had been stagnant lately, but she’d been around the block enough to recognize lust when she saw it.

“I think that’s obvious, Amy.”

She swallowed heavily as his gaze drifted lower, taking a leisurely tour of her body.

“You’re very beautiful.”

Reality tried to rear its ugly head, but she was running on empty. She was so tired, she felt numb…and receptive. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man. And she’d never, ever had sex with anyone remotely as gorgeous as this stranger. She had to hand it to Harper. She’d managed to set this surprise up when Amy’s resistance was low. Her friend had also managed to find the hottest guy on the planet.

The man rose, leaving the bed, and for a foolish minute Amy thought he’d changed his mind.

She barely managed to refrain from demanding he return. Her mouth opened, then closed quickly. She’d gone crazy, lost her mind. A stranger had snuck into her room, chained her to the bed and now she was all but begging him to fuck her.

She cleared her throat, attempting to dislodge the lump that had formed there. “Where are you going?” She needed time to get her bearings, clear her mind and free herself from these straps.

The stranger studied her face. “I’m not leaving. I thought you might need a second to catch your breath.”

At his suggestion, Amy sucked in some much needed air. Then the man sat down on the edge of the mattress. Amy’s heart began to race. And not exactly in a bad way.

He smiled as he reached up to brush a stray tendril of hair away from her face. “We can slow down, but we’re not stopping. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want this too.”

She wanted to contradict him, explain that she was here to see Chicago, and that was it. But it was hard to deny his words when her body had begun to flush with arousal, her nipples going tight despite her better judgment. “This is going a little too fast for me.” She tugged against the bonds once more. Maybe if she weren’t so defenseless. “Would you untie me?”

He shook his head. “No. I love the way you look right now. Completely at my mercy. You know, breaking and entering is against the law. I should punish you.”

There was something about the way he said the wordpunishthat made Amy go completely wet. She squeezed her legs together and tried to ignore the tingles in her pussy.

“I didn’t break in. I had a key.”

His grin grew at her admission. “Then maybe I should reprimand you for fighting me.” He touched the scratches she’d left on his face once more. She recalled the way his hard cock brushed against her hip as she struggled for her freedom. He’d enjoyed the rough play.

“You scared me. I wasn’t expecting you.”

He smiled, ran his fingers along her cheek in a way that was more friendly than sexual. “Yes, you were.”

Harperhadwarned her. Told her to expect it. She just hadn’t anticipated the surprise would be something so…so…shocking.

Exciting.

Harper had urged her to keep an open mind. Obviously her friend had known she’d balk. What sane woman wouldn’t?

She studied the stranger’s handsome face and her anxieties melted away. He had kind eyes and somehow she felt he wouldn’t hurt her. Maybe she was being an idiot of epic proportions, but something about his face seemed almost familiar, though she knew she’d never met this man before in her life. The tension in her body loosened and she smiled.

“Beautiful,” he whispered again. Leaning closer, he pressed his cheek against hers, his breath hot in her ear. “I won’t hurt you, Amy. I promise. Just relax and let it happen. We’ve got all night.”

Her eyes drifted closed when he kissed her. His lips traveled over her sensitive places, her ears, her neck, leaving no part untouched. As far as kisses went, her midnight stranger was a master.

He reached for her breasts as he continued to worship her face. He hadn’t kissed her lips and she found herself wishing for a taste of him. It was as if he’d been pulled from her dirtiest daydreams and she felt helpless to resist.

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