A smile lit up her face, a smile so defenseless and… joyful, he wanted to hug her. But he doubted Danielle was open to that. Doubted she realized what she’d let him see. “I’ve got some climbing rope in my duffle bag. It’ll do if you don’t struggle too much.”
While she dashed to her room to collect her supplies, William went to his office and wheeled in his big leather desk chair. It had good armrests she could secure his arms against. Positioning it to face the bed, he chuckled to himself. This was so far off the map of how he’d expected the evening to go. Danielle was one surprise after another, and so far each was better than the last.
He grabbed a condom from the drawer in the nightstand, tossed a towel onto the chair, then took a seat. No sense getting leather burn on his ass. He’d just finished rolling the condom on when Danielle returned, wearing a T-shirt over her shorts. Did she not like being naked or did she just want to add to the tease?
Quickly and efficiently, she bound his wrists and elbows to the armrests. “I can undo these with a simple tug, but no matter how much you struggle, the knots won’t budge. You’ll just hurt yourself.”
William had to breathe through his nose to quell a moment of panic. If she didn’t untie him, if he had to call out to Mrs. Norris to release him, it would be mortifying. He scoured her features and calmed at the honesty he saw in her eyes. “Got it.”
She stood in front of him then, silently watching. Waiting.
William grinned. Game on. Using the hard tone she’d taught him to use with Coco, he said, “Take your top off.”
She shivered and a small smile quirked her lips. Question answered: She loved the tease. Her fingers curled under the hem of her T-shirt, and in one smooth motion, she yanked it over her head and dropped it on the dresser.
She had great breasts. Although on the small side, they were firm, creamy-skinned, and dark-tipped. With a little not-so-tender loving care, they’d be ripe and ready for him. “Cup your tits. Massage them firmly like a man would. Feel the pressure deep inside.”
With each word, her breathing accelerated. William wanted to see her panting. Begging. “Pinch the nipples. Twist and tug.”
Lips parting, her head fell back as she pulled and tweaked the reddening nubs. “Harder,” he said, his voice rough. She was so fucking beautiful. And watching her arouse herself made him feel… odd. Strangely protective. But at the same time, more turned on than he’d ever been.
“Last night, in your room… did you know I could hear?”
Her small smile said it all. Tease. They’d re-enact last night, what had been going on in his head as he’d imagined her pleasuring herself, touching herself, penetrating herself.
His hips bucked as desire hardened his cock. Her eyes zeroed in on his erection and her face changed: lips darkening, color highlighting her cheekbones, eyes glazing over with lust. When she licked her lips as if she wanted a taste of him, a groan tore through his throat, shaking him to the core. Fuck. He wanted that too. Wanted to watch his cock disappear down her throat. But first things first.
“Take off your shorts. Slowly.” The guttural sound of his voice had her eyes flaring. Or was it his instruction? Either way, she’d obey. He knew she would. She wanted this as much as he did.
Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her shorts, she shimmied her hips and pushed the thin black material until it passed her curves and fell to the floor.
William’s tongue suddenly felt too big for his mouth. He couldn’t breathe. He’d noticed her utterly bare pussy the other night, but it had been dark. Not so today. Danielle stood naked in the early evening light streaming through the big picture windows that made up the southwestern wall of his condo. Her skin appeared as golden and perfect as that of any Victoria’s Secret model. Golden skin with no tan lines. Golden skin that rippled with the strength of her muscles.
Tight. Taut. Tense.
“Turn around.”
Holding her arms out to the sides, she slowly pivoted until her back was to him. A back that reflected hours in the gym and years of lifting heavy equipment and running up stairs. And her ass: sleek, strong, and sexy as hell. He wanted to grab it, lick it, bite it.
He had to clear his throat before he could proceed to the next instruction. “Lean against the bed and spread your legs.” After a quick glance at him over her shoulder, she complied. Her thighs quivered as they parted, revealing her glistening pussy. She was so exposed. Already so swollen, the naked folds a gorgeous deep pink. He remembered how they’d tasted—dark and exotic. A flavor he’d never forget.
“Arch your back”—so he could see all of her—“and touch yourself. Slide your fingers between your luscious pussy lips. Feel the slickness and spread it around.”
His words drew a moan from her, a low desperate sound. One he knew he’d be echoing soon. He wanted her so fucking much. But he forced himself to be patient, to play her game. This is what she wanted. And if this was the only way he could have her, he was more than happy to play along. His lungs locked, he followed the movement of her fingers, the glide over gleaming flesh, the tremor of her hand as she touched herself, excited herself.
“Do you like this?” he asked, genuinely curious. She seemed into it, but he wanted to be certain. Wanted to know she was enjoying it.
“So good. Almost… too good.”
“Your pussy is hungry. Feed it one finger.”
He kept himself as still as he could, conscious of the bite of the ropes at his wrists and elbows. But as the finger vanished inside her, he was helpless to control the thrusting of his hips, his cock aching to replace that slender finger. He wanted to give her what she needed, what they both needed.
Not yet.
“Add a second finger and pump them. In and out. That’s it.”
She moaned and her head dropped forward, hanging off her shoulders as she balanced on one arm. Her thighs trembled and her knees seemed ready to buckle. Would she come this way? Should he let her? No. He wanted that for himself.
“Don’t come. Not until I say you can.”
Her breath caught on a sob and she slowed the movements of her hand.
“How about now? How does it feel to fuck your pussy with your fingers?”
“Not…” She panted and shook her head.
“Not what? Tell me.”
“Not enough.”
“Ah… so your pussy is hungry for cock.”
She muttered something under her breath. It sounded an awful lot like “bastard.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that,” he said, grinning, pleased with her reactions so far.
“Yes,” she said after a few moments of tense silence.
“Yes, what?”
“I need a cock.”
“Shall I go get the next-door neighbor?”
“Fuck you.”
“Whose cock then?”
Even though he was staring at her ass, he knew she’d rolled her eyes.
“Whose cock?” he asked again, his voice as hard as any drill sergeant’s.
“Yours!”
Now they understood each other. “Stand up and turn around.” He waited for her to do as he’d asked before continuing. Her chest rose and fell as she sucked in air. He loved her red cheeks and the light sheen of sweat on her silky skin. Loved the hunger in her eyes and the way she seemed half-crazed. Like she’d die if she couldn’t have him. Shit. It had never been like this before. This passion, this intensity. He couldn’t wait anymore.
“Put your feet through the armrests and straddle me.”
Wasting no time, Danielle threaded first one leg then the other through the openings beneath the armrests and lowered herself onto his very eager cock. “Slowly,” he gasped, wanting to enjoy each breathtaking inch. The heat, the tightness, the building tension.
He wanted to kiss her, yank her against his chest, but with his arms tied it was impossible. For him. “Put your arms around my neck,” he told her.
Looking into lust-glazed eyes that had to mirr
or his own, he whispered, “Kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it.”
She clutched his shoulders with a ferocity that startled him. Danielle’s mouth captured his. Teeth, tongue, taste. Everything blurred into a mind-blowing mélange that was her. She brought out his most primal instinct—the instinct to fuck.
“Untie me.” His voice was a growl, more animal than man.
“No. Not yet.”
“Then fuck me blind, sweetheart.”
And that was all it took.
Danielle’s hips started rocking in a slow smooth swing, her inner muscles contracting, then relaxing on each stroke. Banging his head against the chair to alleviate the ever-increasing pressure inside him, William focused on one thing, on their connection—cock to pussy.
The rhythm gradually increased until Danielle’s movements became frenetic. Erratic. He was caught up in the frenzy, unable to move, unable to even think. This was fucking at its best. She went on and on, her face straining, her teeth grinding. What was she waiting for? If she didn’t come soon, he’d have to break his cardinal rule and finish first.
She pressed her cheek to his, her lips near his ear. “Please,” she whispered on a moan.
Please. The word seared him like a lightning strike, electrifying, all-consuming. But what did she want? Then it hit him.
Permission.
A surge of power turned his body to stone. It roared through his cock, seeking escape, demanding release. Despite the ropes binding him to the chair, despite the helplessness of his situation, he’d never felt like more of a man.
“Come. Now,” he snapped.
The command arced through her like a flash of electricity. Gripping his arms against the chair, she arched her back, craned her neck, and when he thought she was so tense she’d break, her body undulated toward him in a sensuous roll. Flattened against his chest, she pumped her hips through her orgasm, triggering his own. His balls tightened and pulled up. The tingle at the base of his spine turned Taser-like and shot to his head and out his cock simultaneously. She held him in her arms until his body shook with the last spasm.
“Jesus.” He dropped his head against the back of the chair and sucked air into his empty lungs. Her sexual abandonment humbled him and filled him with a sense of pride: He’d brought her to it, despite being shackled to a chair.
Danielle nuzzled his neck, her lips dragging against his sweaty skin to form a smile. “Are we alive?”
Laughter erupted from his chest. No matter the situation, Danielle could always make him laugh, and that was something he really liked about her. He nudged her shoulder with his chin. “I’ve never felt more alive.”
“I could stay like this forever. In fact, I don’t have the energy—” A loud rumble from her stomach interrupted her.
Lifting her head, she met his gaze. Her cheeks were beautifully flushed and her lips curved into an endearing smile. He grinned. “I’d offer to make dinner, but I’m a little tied up right now.”
She rolled her eyes and swatted his arm. “That is so lame.”
“But true nonetheless.”
“Oh my. Now he’s breaking out the big words.”
He loved her like this, playful and teasing. Leaning forward, he sucked one of her reddened nipples between his lips and gently bit it. She squealed but didn’t pull away. In fact, she grabbed his head and, if anything, tugged him closer.
“I… I think if I don’t untie the ropes, we’ll never get out of this chair.”
“Wouldn’t want you to die of hunger,” he said after releasing the elongated nub. “Speaking of eating, would you like to come to my parents’ place for lunch on Saturday? You’re off then, right?”
Her eyes widened. “You want me to go with you?”
The way she’d emphasized with keyed him into the importance of her question. They’d agreed to keep this quiet. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Something flashed in her eyes then, right before she looked away. “My dad asked me to invite you. But I’d have asked you anyway.”
Her head swung back, her gaze piercing his. “Why?”
“Because I like you. Because we have fun together.”
Were those tears? Her bottom lip trembled before she caught it between her teeth.
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I could say you’re working.”
She snorted. “You can’t lie. Jamie knows when I’m working and when I’m not. He’s my boss. Or had you forgotten?”
Well, yeah, he had. Shit. “This is rather complicated, isn’t it?”
She closed her eyes and nodded. “But we’re keeping it simple. One month… well, a little less now. No strings. Nonexclusive. Just between you and me.”
“So you’ll come then?”
“Yeah, I’ll come,” she said, her voice husky as she rolled her hips, tugging on his still-hard cock.
He pinned her with his gaze. “Again, and again, and again, and—”
She mashed her lips to his, cutting him off and making very clear what she thought of his proposition.
Anxious and nervous and dead on her feet, Dani parked her Civic across the street from the Caldwell family home. She glanced at the cars lining the road and sighed. Everyone had already arrived.
Her last shift had been a bear. They’d had one call after another, leaving her no time to recuperate from her night of sex-capades with Will. She’d come home to a note from him saying he’d had to go into the office and would see her at lunch. So she wouldn’t be a yawning mess in front of his parents, she’d taken a short nap. Unfortunately, the alarm had failed to ring. To be fair, she didn’t even remember setting the damn thing. Now, on top of being the odd man out—she wasn’t family after all—she was late. Very late.
Twisting in her seat, she reached back to pet Coco. The dog lifted her head, her eyes droopy. “Come on, sleepyhead. I’m sure we can find you a quiet spot to snooze.”
Coco dropped her muzzle onto her paws and closed her lids. Dani laughed. “Uh-uh. We’ve got to go inside. Will’s already here.”
At hearing Will’s name, Coco perked up. She sat on her haunches and barked as though saying, “Well? What are we waiting for?”
Still chuckling, Dani picked up the bouquet she’d bought on the way over and got out of the car. She secured Coco’s leash and together they walked around the Caldwells’ house and into the big backyard where everyone was gathered.
Almost immediately, she spotted Will surrounded by his brothers. They seemed caught up in a friendly debate. All of them were talking loudly and gesticulating. Will was smiling and far more relaxed than he had been at the last family barbeque she’d attended.
Despite having gone to the office that morning, he was casually dressed in a pair of dark green chinos and a beige polo shirt. Didn’t beat his jeans, but he looked super-hot in anything—or nothing at all. She grinned, remembering him bound to his leather desk chair, his head tilted back and his mouth open in the throes of orgasm.
Her heart started to race and heat climbed up her neck and face. Christ, what a night they’d had. She’d trusted Will, had opened herself up to him, opened herself up to rejection. But he hadn’t pushed her away. No. He’d gone along with everything. Had even seemed to revel in it. She hadn’t missed the glint in his eyes when he’d realized he was in control of the scene, in control of her. He’d handled everything perfectly, and she couldn’t wait to learn what else he’d be willing to do, how far she could push him.
Deep in her chest, warmth spread, but at the same time, she found it difficult to breathe. Was she having a panic attack? Shit. She never panicked. Not even when fired burned all around her, when sweat poured from her body inside her bunker suit, and her lungs and eyes burned from the smoke despite her SCBA. Not even when it looked like there was no way out. Nope. She was calm under pressure. Always.
Turning quickly, she headed back to the front of the house. She just needed to calm down before she joined the others. What was wrong with her? It had to be fatigue. When she reached the g
ate, she heard the dull thud of feet on the ground behind her, and then a hand grabbed her arm.
“Danielle, you weren’t leaving, were you?” Will’s gorgeous face had concern written all over it. He lifted his hand and tested her cheek with the back of his fingers. “You seem a little flushed. Are you okay?”
She sank into his touch. The night of the big earthquake, she’d admitted to Erica that she was in love with Will. She’d meant it in the I-have-the-hots-for or the I-have-a-crush-on sense. Then. But right now, staring into his denim blue eyes, she knew it was much more than that. Knew this was a man she could love in the death-do-us-part sense. Knew this was a man who had the power to break her heart.
Knew this was a man who would break her heart.
He bent down and pressed his mouth to hers. His touch was light and tender. Caring. When he released her, he pulled back a little. “Danielle?”
She rubbed her lips together, taking in his taste. “I’m okay. Just thought I’d left something in the car.”
“What is it? I’ll get it for you.”
“I was mistaken,” she said with a smile. “Everything I need is right here.”
He tilted his head and studied her for a few moments before returning her smile. He scratched Coco’s head, then straightened and clasped Dani’s hand in his. “All right then. Come say hi to everyone. Chloe’s been driving us all crazy asking for you and Coco every two minutes.”
“Will?”
“Yes?”
She raised their joined hands, staring at them pointedly. Then she cocked a brow. His face colored and his expression turned sheepish. “Sorry.” He brought their hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles before releasing her.
Something in her belly skittered sideways at the heat in his eyes, at the reluctance in his voice. Oh God. She was in too deep, and it was going to be hell when their arrangement ended. His hand slid to the dip of her spine, just above her butt. He guided her deeper into the yard where the Caldwells were gathered.
And then she knew.
Years of hurt in exchange for one month of bliss; it was a deal she’d never regret making. Will was worth that and so much more.
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