“You can have it if you want, not one of my favorites.”
“Huh?” My focus shoots to Lucas, who leans against the kitchen counter opposite me, arms crossed and looking every bit the spawn of an Italian mafia king. I’m notsayingLorenzo Bozzelli has mafia affiliations…I’m also notnotsaying that…
“You’re staring at the bottle of wine like you’re going to steal it. I’m giving you permission.” His easy smile spreads across his face and I have to shake my head to rid my brain of all the thoughts that bottle of wine gives me.
Rosie’s lips.
Rosie’s whiskey eyes fluttering closed.
Rosie’s moans.
Rosie’s devilish tongue.
Oh look, I’m horny at an inconvenient time.Again.
“Actually, yeah, I’ll take the wine.” I run a frustrated hand down my face and make a mental note to booty call the booty I can’t get out of my fucking head. Lucas chuckles under his breath like he knows something and hands me the bottle. I wave a thanks and head back through the living room toward the door.
“Catch you guys later.” A halfhearted wave, a mumbled bye from the others, and I leave Lucas’s apartment.
I think I blink and then I’m suddenly climbing out of an Uber, traveling up the elevator of the Garcia building, and thenknocking on the door to apartment 23A. The door swings open and the frustration, stress—all of it—leaves my body the second I lay eyes on her. It’s physical, too, the way my body reacts, the simplicity of seeing her lips curve with mischief and her eyes sparkle with excitement. I release a sigh and find my body leaning against her door frame.
“Plans?” I say, a hell of a lot quieter than I thought I did.
“Depends?” She tilts her head, and I note she gets comfortable against the door frame instead of inviting me in. Her tight little body in a tiny black dress, fuck-me heels, and looking downright edible. I guess she was on her way out. Not anymore.
“On?”
“You.” If I thought the air from my lungs was thrust out of me, that one word is like a gut punch and I have to physically restrain myself from reaching out and grabbing her.
“Want to play?” I smile because she can’t even help herself, the way she flashes her teeth, the mischief spreading to her eyes, I swear they swirl with caramel highlights within the whiskey brown. It’s intoxicating.
“With you?” She points, her eyes darting to the bottle of wine in my hands before she reaches forward and snatches it. “Always.”
“Okay, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
Her husky chuckle reaches me from where I assume she stands in the kitchen. I wouldn’t know her exact location, of course. Because she has me restrained.
You heard that correctly. I have been kidnapped.
Willingly, I suppose, but when I rocked up unannounced at Rosie’s front door an hour ago…this wasn’t quite what I was expecting.
“Hush,” she scolds me, and I hear the patter of tiny feet toward me and then, like out of a dream, Rosie appears in front of me.
Her smooth caramel skin covered in nothing but a small thong made out of a deep purple lace—that looks incredibly soft but is totally see-through.Jesus,have mercy on my soul…and she has a matching bra. Her nipples are a light brown and puckered to the point it makes me ache and I just want to devour her. Did I mention it has been two weeks? It feels like years.
I’ll admit, this isn’t usually what I’m into. I love trying something new; anytime I’m with a woman and some crazy kink comes out, it’s usually a lot of fun. But I’ve never met a girl whose kink is some form of dominance. It’s normally the other way around. I never expected to find this so…fucking hot.
“Going to blindfold you now, hotshot,” she whispers, grabbing a tie that isn’t mine, and I want to fight the surge of misplaced jealousy. I have no right to be jealous because we’re nonexclusive fuck buddies, I know this, I’m good with this, and that’s all I signed up for.
But…
“Whose tie is that?”
“None of your business.” She secures the tie over my face.
I always expected something like this to feel emasculating—you know, stripped to nothing but my boxers, my hands secured behind my back and tied to a dining chair in the middle of a house that isn’t mine, with nothing but candlelight and the city to illuminate the space—but it surprisingly feels anything but. I feel aroused, intoxicated on Rosie’s sultry and seductive voice and accidental caresses. And the moment she securesthe blindfold, the world turns dark, and every other sense is immediately heightened. I become attuned to her, immediately searching for her. I can feel her warmth behind me, and I can feel when she leans down to my ear.
“Are you ready to play, hotshot?” she whispers, and my dick stands to attention at the warmth of her breath against my neck.
