Free Hold 'Em: Vegas Top Guns, Book 3 by Katie Porter Page B

back over her shoulder, just as he’d pictured. The fusion of possible and actual made him smile despite how his quest for control was ripping his body apart.
    “Smiling, Michael? At a time like this?”
    “Hell yeah.”
    With her hands pressed flat against his hips, just in front of her thighs, she applied pressure. Hard pressure. The sudden resistance made him fight all the harder to get up, get into her. Only her words killed the impulse.
    “Stop, Michael.”
    He growled. His back arched off the pillows. Tensing against the chain for the first time—really testing its strength and his—he managed to do as he was told.
    Hips still, lungs inflating his chest on quick inhalations, he was surprised by the wash of gray that covered his vision. He hadn’t been this far gone in so long. She was playing him like a practiced mistress. The sweetness. The raunch. The power.
    “God, have you any idea what that does to me?” she asked.
    No matter how she praised him, her husky words held an element of threat that did vicious things to his guts. She was pleased, but only for now. He would have to keep proving himself.
    Over and over. As long as this was the payoff.
    “Now hold still. Still as you can. I want to bounce for a while.” She added a seriously cute smile to her wicked intentions. Her thighs tensed. Using Mike’s taut abs for support, she lifted almost to the point of withdrawal. He would’ve slipped free had he moved at all. But he didn’t. Just bit his molars together and focused on the graceful inward dip of her navel.
    “That ring feels amazing ,” she breathed. “I can feel it all the way in, then all the way out again.”
    “I’m not hard enough for you, ma’am?”
    She actually giggled, then arched until her hands were flat against the muscles of his thighs. “You’re plenty hard, pretty boy. But believe me, this is an added bonus. Is it the same for you?”
    “All the way in, then all the way out again.”
    Leah’s smile melted into something more desperate as she continued to build speed. Her whole body was powered by those gorgeous legs and the sleek fitness of her midsection. Up and down, her body used his. All the while Mike battled the raging storm in his blood. Tidal waves and the engine of an F-16 had nothing on the force that crashed across his nerves each time her pussy swallowed him up.
    She reached a hand between her legs, circling her clit with stiff fingers. He groaned, his ass gripping against another quick spike of arousal.
    “Michael,” she gasped, eyes heavy-lidded. “Fuck me.”
    His fists unclenched. Every muscle in his body relaxed then did as she commanded. Harder now, so much deeper, he met her body halfway with each thrust. She dropped down. He pistoned up. The fast staccato slap of sweaty skin mingled with panting breaths.
    “Don’t you come yet,” she said, breathless. “I’m first.”
    “Damn it, Leah.”
    Even then, so close to completion, she retaliated. She braced her weight with one hand smack in the middle of his chest. With the other she grabbed the back of his head. Fingers threaded through his hair and she twisted.
    “Try again,” she gritted out.
    Mike resisted. Seeing her pissed was whisking his brain into scrambled egg. He yanked his head to the side, nearly free of her grip.
    She gave up on his chest. Fingers splayed, she caught his head with both hands. “Try again. With an apology.”
    Teeth bared, he continued to thrust. His hips would not be stopped.
    Leah tunneled her fingers back, deeper, until she captured his whole scalp beneath the dull nubs of her nails. She flexed and at the same time clenched the muscles of her pussy. Mike grunted, letting out a forceful gasp.
    “With an apology,” she repeated, each syllable crisp. “Or you get nothing.”
    He’d lost it. Somewhere. All he wanted was permission to let go. She was asking for too much.
    “Michael,” she whispered against his mouth. “You’ve given me something wonderful here