Page 49 of No Strings Attached
The second his mouth wraps around one of my nipples, I gasp, my back arching, toes curling, every nerve lighting up at once. The scrape of his teeth, the swirl of his tongue, the way he sucks is too much, yet not enough.
He palms my other breast, fingers rolling over the hardened peak, teasing in perfect rhythm with his mouth.
“God. Henson.” I strain against the scarf above me.
He hums low, the vibration along my skin making my thighs clench.
“I could spend hours here,” he murmurs between licks, his voice rough. “You’re so fucking responsive.”
I whimper, squirming beneath him, blind and burning and already soaked.
Henson switches to the other breast, his mouth dragging across my skin. When he sucks again—harder this time—I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed.
“Stay still,” he growls, pinning me to the mattress with one hand. “Or I’ll tie your legs next.”
A helpless moan slips from my lips.
I might be in trouble.
The way his mouth moves over me makes it impossible to not move. My hips lift and twist, searching for relief that he keeps just out of reach.
“Tsk.” Henson pulls back. “What did I say, Temptress?”
“I can’t help it,” I pant, chest heaving beneath the blindfold. “You’re driving me crazy.”
He shifts off the bed, and for a second I think maybe he’s letting it go.
Until I hear him open the closet.
“Henson. What are you doing?”
A beat. A rustle.
“You had your chance to behave.”
The mattress dips again and something soft brushes against my ankles. I realize too late what he’s doing.
“Henson—wait?—”
“If you can’t handle it, you know what to say.”
I freeze.
Billionaire.
I don’t say it.
He gently parts my legs and fastens what feels like a silk robe belt around one ankle, looping it through the lower post of the footboard, then does the same with the other.
The stretch of my thighs has me trembling. I’m fully exposed.
When Henson climbs back over me, sliding his palms up the insides of my bound thighs, I swear I feel every molecule in the air shift.
“Better,” he says, and his mouth is on me again.
Then there’s the soft scrape of a drawer opening, followed by a dark chuckle.
My stomach drops. “What… what did you just find?”
