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“You and your kinky shit,” he huffed. “No. I don’t need a safe word. If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you.”

“Good,” she praised, grinding her swollen folds against his boxer-clad shaft. He eyed her exposed breasts, then dropped his gaze, eyeing her rocking hips.

“Fuck, Viv, the way you move. Can’t tell you how many times I wondered what you’d look like riding me.”

Her chest tightened. If he hadn’t turned her away all those years ago, he wouldn’t have had to imagine the thrust of her hips. It was past time she gave him a taste of what he’d denied them both.

She trailed her hand down his chest, over his flexing abs. His heart pounded like a drum in her sensitive ears, his chest rising and falling as he watched her fingers descend into the waist of his boxers. Anticipation sparked between them.

She took his thickness into her palm, purring. “Mmm, très grand.” Precum glistened on his round head, and his shaft pulsed in her hand. She stroked him while he groaned, uttering curses to the ceiling.

Eager to share in what he was feeling, she shoved his boxers low and rubbed her slickened flesh against his cock.

His head fell back, and he grated, “Damn, but that feels good. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

Like she could. Desire slicked her aching sex, coating them both. She’d never been this wet, this hungry for a male. It wasn’t long until she found the perfect angle that stroked her swollen clit in just the right way. She gyrated, grinding her folds against his impressive length.

“Not gonna last like this,” he grated.

Neither would she. Still, somehow, she managed to grip his jaw, saying against his lips, “Not until I give you permission.” This she delivered with a hard thrust.

“Hurry, woman.”

Even as he cursed her, he met her undulations. Panting. Groaning. She covered his mouth with her own, silencing any further expletives. Beneath her hands, his muscles flexed and strained, hers to command.

Feeling the tension in him heated her blood. She prayed he didn’t break his bonds because there was no way she could stop now.

She licked the seam of his lips and welcomed his eager tongue. Electricity hummed at the base of her spine. So close. A whimper rose in her throat. Her movements quickened, and she rode him harder. Faster.Yes!

Tingles exploded through her system, the orgasm ripping through her. Her empty sex pulsed against his shaft. “Now, Liam,” she managed to groan.

At her command, he threw back his head, shouting his orgasm at the ceiling. Thick ropes of pleasure painted his stomach. She rolled her hips, drawing out every throbbing pulse.

Mind floating, she stroked her thumb against his freshly shaved jaw, enjoying the sex-drunk glaze in his eyes. “I told you I would take care of you. See how good it can be when you behave?”

She reclaimed the towel, wiped his quivering abs clean, then stood on wobbly legs.

Before she could untie him, Liam flexed his arms. Fabric rent, and he drew his hands in front of him. The tattered remains of the silk tie dangled from his wrists.

“Really, Liam,” she admonished. “You couldn’t wait for me to free you?”

“Could have.” He grinned, all too pleased with himself. And why shouldn’t he be?

Reality returned in a rush, ruining her good humor.

It hadn’t been her intention to take things this far. Then again, she’d never had much sense where Liam was concerned. It wasn’t so long ago that he’d been her weakness. That weakness had made her vulnerable. When he turned his back on her, leaving her in a thousand broken pieces, she’d been easy prey for the predators.

But no more.

From the cocky grin on his face, he believed he had her right back where he wanted her. Him with the upper hand. Her groveling for a bit of his affection.

Liam moved behind her, grasped her hips, and nuzzled the side of her neck. “Seems you haven’t lost your touch, Beauty. Like old times.”

Ah, but it wasn’t. This time she was the one in control.

She tied her robe and steeled her spine, summoning her most frigid tone. “You may leave now.”

His hand tightened on her waist. “You’re dismissing me?”