“Yes.” My answer comes naturally.
“Scoot up.”
Doing what I’m told, I scooch back on my bedding until my back hits my pillows. Miller follows me, walking on his knees until he’s hovering over my body. Taking my wrists, he holds them in one hand while wrapping the soft ribbon around them.
My heart rate accelerates as he ties a knot in the ribbon, then begins to tie my wrists to the metal rung of the headboard.
“Ever been tied up, Snow Angel?” he asks with a smirk, testing the durability of the knot by pulling against it.
“No.” I shake my head.
“Just tell me if you aren’t into it, and I’ll untie you immediately.”
“Okay.” My voice is quiet as I watch him lean off the bed and grab his jeans. He searches his pocket until he finds his wallet. Flipping it open, he pulls out a condom.
From the looks of it, that thing’s been in there since condoms were invented. He knows it too, because his brows crease together as he looks down at the nearly destroyed wrapper in his hand.
His hair flops in front of his eyes as he looks at me. “This might not be good anymore… Dammit. I’m so sorry, Zee. I don’t even know how long this has been in there.”
“Don’t get laid much?” I regret the words the second they’re floating in the air between us.
Horrified, his eyes widen, and I try to diffuse the situation by laughing, but it comes out awkward and shrill.
“Oh, my God! That was supposed to come out as funny! I’m so sorry! Of course you get laid frequently, look at you, who wouldn’t want to fu?—”
He cuts me off when he slams his lips back to mine, tilting my head back as his palm wraps around my neck and he pushes his thumb against my jaw.
Pulling away just slightly, he leaves his forehead pressed to mine. “I don’t jump from woman to woman, and I’ve had that inmy wallet formonths. So, no, Elizabeth, I don’t get laid much, and that’s by choice. I don’t go sticking my dick in just anyone.”
“Oh.”
“And it looks like today I won’t be sticking my dick in you, either.” He groans slightly, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips before he rolls off me, laying his head on the same pillow.
My hands are still tied up above my head, but I easily turn my head to look at him. “No, please do.”
“Can’t.” He tosses the busted condom onto my stomach. “You might be the perfect woman for me, but I’d prefer to not risk impregnating you within twenty-four hours of meeting. Call me old-fashioned.”
“You’re old-fashioned.” I sigh, cracking a smile. “But fine. If you untie me, I’ll at least return the favor.”
“Nope.”
“No, you won’t untie me?” Instinctually, my wrists pull against the ribbon, testing the knot myself.
“No, you won’t return the favor. I have a strict ‘Elizabeth comes twice first’ rule that I must follow.” Pushing himself back to a seated position, he turns to untie the ribbon, attempting to loosen the knot as I try to think of a solid response to that, but honestly, he’s surprised me.
Realizing he’s at an uncomfortable angle, Miller gives me a lopsided smile as he crawls over my body, straddling my waist. Leaning forward, he works on the knot for a moment and successfully frees me. The moment I’m able to move, I use it to my advantage and slide further down the bed until he’s over my chest.
Leaning more upright on my elbow, I grip his shaft and start to stroke him from root to tip, watching as a wave of pleasure coasts across his features. “You know what they say about rules, right, Miller?”
Licking my lips, I flick my gaze to his, relishing in the way he's looking down at me with a heated stare, like he’s hanging on by a thread. Just before I guide his length into my mouth, I smile coyly and tell him matter-of-factly, “They’re meant to be broken.”
Chapter Sixteen
I’m convinced Heaven isn’t where you go after your soul leaves your body, it’s actually here, on Earth, in between the warmth of Zee’s lips.
Taking me as far back as her throat allows, her head bobs up and down my shaft, licking and sucking it like it’s a goddamn candy cane.
“Fuck, Zee,” I moan, grabbing onto the top of her head as she hums appreciatively, sending vibrations through my veins.
