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“The one who doesn’t like to touch or be touched”

“M touched by me”

“Insanely so,” I admitted

With a soft chuckle, he said, “I appreciate that you don’t try to hide it”

“Impossible, don’t you think? I mean … look at me”

“I alistening And I’ about these” He kissed ain”

“Yes”

I would have cringed at erness, but ould have been the point? There was no denying it No fighting it So I gave in to the need I had for him

“Make ed

The pads of his fingers skated over my stomach and up the valley of my breasts He cupped the side of my face and kissed me deeply I could have incinerated into the mattress from that alone

His expression was stillsilk sash attached to the bedpost that had been concealed by the sheet He deftly tied me up before I really had any tiiven him He topped it off with a pretty little bow as I craned my neck to see what he was up to

“Polite-society bondage?” I teased

“Oh, no,” he said as he pinnedpolite about what I want to do to you”

My insides ignited “Jesus, Dane” My thighs squeezed together andstarted

His head dipped and his tongue flitted over my nipple Then he said, “Actually, I want you on your stomach” He helped me, since I was bound “That’s it On your forearms and knees”