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“You’re hot,” I announce.

He jerks. Then his mouth curves up into a sexy smile. “And you’re drunk.”

I stretch again, lifting my arms over my head, loving when his gaze catches on the fabric pulled taut over my breasts. “I’m not drunk,” I say, holding tight to one of the metal rails on the headboard.

And getting an idea.

“Princess,” he admonishes gently. “I saw how many Gamebreakers you drank.”

“I didn’t say I was completely sober.” I test the metal, letting the idea percolate through my mind, testing it, seeing if the panic wells up.

I wait…and when it doesn’t, I grin.

He chuckles, one warm hand settling on my ankle, pulling off one shoe and then the other. “What’s that grin for?”

“No reason,” I say, flexing my toes, happy to be out of the heels, then lift up when he unbuttons my pants and tugs them down my hips, my ankles, and off my feet. They land soundlessly somewhere behind him.

“That’s not a no reason grin, baby.” He reaches for the hem of my shirt and I sit up, help him pull it over my head.

“No,” I say, lying back down, “I suppose it’s not.”

“Hmm.” A kiss to my temple, his nose nuzzling at the hinge of my jaw. “My good girl’s thinking naughty things, aren’t you?”

I lift one shoulder in a lazy shrug. “Maybe?” I lay back. “Maybe not.”

One palm lands on my belly, pushing gently, pressing me back into the bed. “Which means yes,” he says humor creeping into his tone, leaning over me. “What sorts of naughty things, baby?”

“Mmm.” God, I love it when he kisses my throat, when he drags his tongue lightly over my collar bones, when he tugs at the fabric of my bra, exposing my breasts, suckling at my nipples.

In fact, I love it so much that I almost forget about my naughty thoughts.

At least, until he murmurs, “Tell me.”

“What?”

“Tell me what you want, princess.” His hand skates down, tracing over my waist, dipping into my underwear. “I’ll give you anything.”

I know that.

Which is why I want to give him this.

“I was wondering…”

A brush of his fingers between my thighs, dancing over my clit. I gasp as pleasure ripples through me, don’t bristle at his smug tone when he says, “You were wondering what?”

Because that feels good. No, it feels incredible.

Still, I gather what feels like herculean strength to say, “I was wondering where your handcuffs were.”

His big body goes statue still. “Princess?—”

I reach up, cup his jaw. “I’m ready, Hudson. I want…” I nibble at my lip. “Well, I want that.”

“I don’t need that, baby. I’m fine with what we’ve been doing.”

“I know.” I smile at him. “But I was kind of hoping we could do a little more.”

Hot hazel eyes. “You sure?”