Page 128 of Of Pucking Course

Chapter 44

Sam

When I walk through the front door of my townhouse, I’m hit with the delicious smell of banana bread.

I kick off my shoes, drop my gear bag and suitcase on the floor, and walk into the kitchen.

And then my eyeballs pop out of my head. Because there’s Dakota standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but lingerie, heels, and an apron.

She flashes a sexy smile. “Welcome home, champ. Congrats on the win. And the goal you scored.”

My gaze locks on the red lace bra she’s wearing. It’s so thin and delicate, it’s practically see-through.

“You look fucking amazing,” I growl.

I walk up to her, grab her by the waist, and crash my mouth against hers. She moans into my mouth as I kiss her hard. When she pulls her hands through my hair, I moan at the burn against my scalp.

When we break apart, she nips at my bottom lip, a teasing, sexy-as-fuck smile dancing across her lush mouth.

“You like your surprise?” she asks.

“Nope. I fucking love it.”

I run my finger under the delicate bra strap that runs along her shoulder. “This is sexy as sin.”

I tug on the tie of the apron she’s wearing around her waist. It comes loose and falls to the floor. With my hands still on her hips, I step back and glance down at her red lace thong.

“Fuck,” I mutter. I skim my fingers along the curve of her hips and hook my thumbs under the pretty lace.

She giggles. “You keep saying that word.”

“Can’t help it. My brain is having a hard time thinking of many words right now. You look so fucking sexy.”

I cup her cheek and kiss her slowly this time. I tease my tongue against hers, savoring the little moans and whimpers that slip from her lips.

“I was thinking,” she says between kisses. “Maybe we could finally use your handcuffs?”

I step back and throw her over my shoulder, then speedwalk to my bedroom.

She giggles the whole way. I set her on the bed, then grab the handcuffs from the top drawer of my dresser.

“Don’t you want to take a minute to admire your new floors?” Dakota gestures to the brand new hardwood flooring in my bedroom, the look in her eyes teasing. “Shawn came over and finished them yesterday.”

“Yeah. Real nice,” I say, not looking at the flooring, my eyes glued on her. She laughs.

I step in front of her. “On your knees, beautiful.”

She’s quiet as she bites back that sexy smile. She gets on her knees on the bed.

“Give me your arms.”

She holds her hands out to me, watching as I place the cuffs on her wrists.

I leave them loose, then gently grip her chin and tilt her face up to look at me. I take a long moment and just stare at her.Good god.

I’m hard as fucking steel taking in the sight of her: on her knees, her wrists bound, wearing skimpy lingerie in my favorite color.

My cock throbs.

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