Page 122 of Sliding Into Love
“No!” she shrieked but laughed as she shoved him out the door. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Ethan mumbled something about always being ready, and she swatted him on the rear before closing the door behind him. The vodka beckoned from the counter, and Ivy grabbed it and downed it in one stinging gulp before eyeing the mirror again.
Bright-red lipstick? Check.
Boobs adjusted? Hmm. She scooped her breasts higher in the cups of the corset, adjusting her cleavage. Boobs? Check.
Husband?
“Ivy?” Ethan called.
Husband? Check.
Before she could lose her nerve, Ivy straightened her shoulders and stepped through the door.
As always when she saw him like this, Ivy was struck by how large and beautiful this man she’d married was. She paused, taking in the sight of him. All the smooth skin and broad planes of muscle, long dark hair and full lips.
Ethan drank Ivy in as well; his eyes couldn't seem to settle on one place, jumping from her lips to her breasts, to the tiny lacy triangle between her legs. His cock, which had been half-hard when she’d opened the door, sprang to attention, resting thick and hard and heavy on the lower plane of his abdomen.
Ivy almost forgot herself and jumped on him right there.
Almost.
But she had a plan.
“So, Ethan.” She gripped the door frame to keep herself on track.
“So, Ivy.” He wasn’t mocking her, but she could hear the amusement in his voice.
“Um. So.” Ivy tossed her hair back over a shoulder and ran her hand over the lace at the top of the corset. It wasn't the most comfortable thing she’d ever worn. “So,” she tried again, “we have, um, this thing.”
“I noticed, actually,” Ethan said.
Ivy’s eyes flew open, and she made herself look no lower than his chin.
“You did?”
Ethan hummed in response, putting his hands behind his head, the muscles of his upper body rippling with the movement.
“And you want to use them? The… restraints?” Ivy tried not to let her voice crack.
“Well, about that.”
“What?”
Ethan’s voice lowered, all rough and husky. “Do I get to restrain you too?”
Oh, shit. For a moment, Ivy considered it. Using him as she wanted, him using her, both of them wringing every last ounce of pleasure from the other until they were begging.
Biting her lip, she nodded.
“Well?” Ethan moved his hands and spread his arms wide across the mattress.
With a deep breath, Ivy eased herself onto the bed, assessing the best way to attach the Velcro cuffs to his wrists and ankles. Straddling him seemed easiest, so she did. His skin was scorching against her already heated sex, and she slowly dragged her lace-covered center over the naked, silken heat of his skin. Ethan groaned, the deep rumbling sound reverberating in his chest, but before he could move his hands to touch her, Ivy pounced. Wrapping her hands around his wrists was out of the question, but she did the best she could.
“Be still,” she commanded in her best semblance of a growl.
To her astonishment, Ethan instantly stilled beneath her.
