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Jesus, I really have been blind.

My brain is still trying to catch up with the bombshell Jack just dropped as he lays me down on his duvet.

Standing at the foot of his bed, he reaches behind his head and pulls off his training top. In the soft glow from the lamp on his nightstand, his chest and abs are exactly as I thought they would be. Perfection.

My mouth waters, and I grow wetter at the thought of him tying me up and living out his fantasies. I want him to steal my words with his mouth and keep me awake all night with his dick.

His dark blue athletic shorts ride low on his waist as he reaches over, picks up a wrapped box, and sets it on the floor. “This part of your gift can wait a little longer.”

Next, he moves across to his dresser and pulls open the top drawer. Turning over his shoulder, he throws me a panty-melting smile as he reaches inside and grabs a black tie, pocketing it in his shorts.

I’ve never been nervous to sleep with a guy. With Tyler, I wasway too focused on trying to reach a climax to even think about what I was doing or who I was with.

But as Jack Morgan crawls over me and lifts my cami top overhead, butterflies swarm my body in response to the way he drinks me in.

I sit up on my elbows and drop my gaze to the hard bulge tenting his shorts.

He chuckles, leaning down to take my mouth with his, massaging our tongues together.

“I’ve never had a problem speaking my mind.” He drops his forehead against mine. “But you do things to me I don’t think I’ll ever have words for. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we’d be here, and I feel so damn lucky right now.”

He pulls out the black tie, and I pulsate with need.

“Have you ever done this before?”

With our foreheads still pressed together, I shake my head. “Never.”

A dark rumble rises from his throat, almost like that turns him on further. “Lie back and lift your arms above your head for me.”

I do as he asked, and Jack sits up on his knees, taking my hands in his. As he wraps the tie around my wrists and secures it to his headboard, I know I’m completely at his mercy. The thought alone has me biting down on my bottom lip, the excitement and anticipation bordering unbearable.

My experience with guys is limited, but one thing they all shared was reaching their climax as soon as possible. So, when Jack straddles my waist and his lips fall to my upper left arm, emotions I wasn’t expecting from tonight stick at the back of my throat.

Truth is, I don’t know what I want with him. I have so many confused feelings that are ultimately overpowered by need. We’ve been dancing around each other for too long, and I need to know what it feels like to be in his bed.

“Promise me you’ll never let a guy touch you like that again.And if they do, then I want to fucking hear about it, Kendra.” One at a time, he kisses the five marks Tyler’s fingers left and then brings his eyes back to mine. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” I whisper.

“I don’t know if you’re aware of how special you are. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman more determined to go after what she wants. Do you know how beautiful that is?”

His hands fall to the waistband of my sleep shorts, and carefully, he peels them down my legs. When they pass over my knees, his lips hover over my left kneecap—the place where I feel constant pain.

I’m left in only my black thong when Jack tosses my sleep shorts onto the floor.

“Jesus Christ.” He swipes a hand over his mouth, shaking his head in disbelief.

Crawling back over me, he frames my face with his palms as he kisses me deeply. His tongue, his breath, his scent, his moans—they all overwhelm me in the best way possible. The only way I ever want to be touched.

He pulls my lower lip between his teeth before releasing it, working his mouth down my neck and toward my breasts.

“How do you like to come, Kendra?” he asks between kisses.

My jaw hangs open when he glides his tongue from one nipple to the other, circling each one in turn.

“I-I don’t know.” I swallow thickly, knowing I’m already so close.

Jack lifts his head as he descends to my navel. “What do you mean, you don’t know?” He narrows his eyes at me.