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this point. He took perverse pleasure in knowing the toys she used back home were obviously a poor substitute for the real thing. That was just one more plus he had in his column for when she started overthinking his proposal again later. And he had no doubt she would.
    For now, he’d take her over the edge…so he could take her again while buried inside her.
    With his next push in, he grazed her clit with the knuckle of his thumb. That’s all it took. He captured her mouth with a fervent kiss, her would-be-shouted moan sending vibrations through his tongue and down his spine. He reveled in the primal sensation of feeling his lover constrict around him, even if it was only his fingers. Either way, it’d been him who’d drawn such a powerful reaction from her. Nothing and no one else. Him.
    And he was about to do it again.
    …
    Alyssa barely had the strength to stand and yet she didn’t feel near sated. No, the explosive orgasm that ripped through her body no less than thirty seconds ago had barely abated and all she wanted to do was climb Dillon like a tree. It was like being given a sample of something truly delicious. Having a taste only made her want to steal the whole damn tray and gorge.
    Speaking of gorging…
    She peered down and tried to imagine what his cock looked like, what it tasted like. Previously, she’d always considered blowjobs a necessary reciprocity in any sexual relationship. You had to give if you wanted to receive and all that. But now the proverbial butterflies kicked up a windstorm in her stomach at the thought, and her mouth watered. She wanted to wrap her lips around him and draw him deep into her mouth.
    But in order to do that, she needed to vest him of that ridiculous loincloth thing. Only when she let go of his shoulders, her shaky limbs failed to hold her up.
    “Whoa, there, I gotcha,” he said, catching her around the waist and then turning to lay her on the bed. “You okay?”
    The grin on his face told her he knew all too well just how “okay” she was. Something told Alyssa not to poke the smug beast, but she couldn’t help herself. “Yes, I’m fine. That was nice.”
    “ Nice? ” His face contorted like the word had turned to ashes in his mouth.
    She gave him her sweetest smile and tried to hide the laughter bubbling just beneath the surface at how easily he played into her ruse. “Okay. Very nice. Is that better?”
    Sandy eyebrows jammed down over stormy eyes. “I’ll show you nice.”
    Uh-oh. Alyssa knew that ninety percent of men cared whether or not a woman climaxed, but she’d missed the statistic that listed how many of those cared to the point that they took an “average” orgasm as a personal challenge to make the next one more of the “mind-blowing” kind.
    Dillon held her gaze as he worked the knots free from the straps tied around both biceps. The fluttering of the butterflies had morphed into a frenzied attempt at escape that mirrored her own thoughts. She glanced past him at the door to the bathroom and wondered, if she locked herself in, how long would it take him to return to the Dillon she knew how to handle?
    “Don’t even think about it, Aly,” he warned as he positioned her diagonally at the top of the bed. Using one long strap, he tied her wrists together with a few inches of play, and then to the corner bedpost with the second. She was about to protest when he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed the Tarzan briefs to the floor. All ability for simple speech was lost.
    Her gaze fixated on his member, long and thick, jutting from his body and the trimmed thatch of light brown hair. His heavy testicles drew up tight as she watched, and a drop of precum leaked from the swollen tip of his cock.
    He started unzipping one of her boots, bringing her attention back to the compromising position he currently had her in. She tested her restraints with a couple of tugs. When they held true, she asked, “Is this absolutely