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Her soft, sweet eyes erupt into chaos before me, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. This woman is so expressive—there’s no need to guess what she’s thinking. It’s all written right there in her eyes.

“But I dropped the towel.”

“You’re not listening again.” I force a frown. “Rules are, do as you’re told. Take. Off. My. Belt.”

She hesitates, but it’s only a moment. I’ll let it slide—this time. With nimble fingers, she unbuckles the belt, and pulls, sliding it through the loops.

I can’t wait until those fingers are wrapped around my cock.

“Now get on the bed.” I reach behind my head, yanking off my shirt and tossing it to the floor with the towel.

She tucks the corner of her lips between her teeth while she drinks me in.

“Still not moving,” I say when she gets lost in whatever fantasy playing out in her mind.

Once she’s on the bed, I kick off my boots and climb up with her.

“Put your wrists together.” Taking the belt from her, I wait for her to follow my directions.

She only watches as I wrap the leather around her wrists, pulling the end through to secure it. Working her wrist one way then the other, she tests the bond.

“Are you going to gag me next?”

“It’s an option I’ve considered.” I grab hold of her wrists. “But your mouth gets you into so much trouble, I’d be taking away the chance to punish you.”

“You like spanking women?” She questions while I pull her wrists over her head.

“I like spanking you,” I admit. “Leave your hands here.”

She’s flat on her back now, her head resting on my pillows.

I like her this way. On my bed, spread out before me.

“And I think you like it, too.” I peer into her eyes. “You like that you don’t have to be in control, that you can lean into someone else and know they aren’t going to topple over.”

Her cheeks blush. “You know me so well after a few days?”

“You forget, I’ve been watching you for weeks.”

“Right.” She scoffs. “I forgot, you’ve been my stalker, my kidnapper, and now you’re…what…my…”

“Husband.”

She really turns red now.

Fuck. The fire in her could burn me alive, and I’d die a happy man.

“You have to stop saying that.”

“Why? It may not be true today, but it will be soon.”

“I’m not marrying you.”

“A topic for another day.” I put it aside for now; she’s not as certain as I am, but she’ll get there.

Leaning over her body, I take her nipple into my mouth. Flicking my tongue over the hard bead, I wait for the tension to ease in her muscles before I stop.

“Spread your legs for me.” I rest my hand on her thigh, waiting for her compliance.