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Wide-eyed, she turned to him. “You’re not really serious about this.”
Are you?
Chapter Sixteen
“Very much so,” Gregorio said, his jaw set in a firm line.
As she stared at the leather contraption hanging from the ceiling, Gregorio gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
“What is it?”
“It’s a type of sex swing, Petal.”
Sasha wrinkled her nose. “Are you sure? That’s not at all what it looks like to me.”
“It’s versatile,” he agreed. “The pieces can be rearranged in a couple of different ways.”
Wondering how the thing actually worked, she frowned, taking in the sturdy, thick pieces of leather. They lay flat, and there were leather stirrups hanging from it.
“Another first for you?”
“Since I’ve never seen anything like it, that would be a yes.”
“I think you’ll enjoy it.”
She wasn’t so sure about that. “How scared should I be?”
“Not at all.” He leaned in closer to her, filling her vision, stealing her breath. Then he flashed a wicked smile. “Or maybe slightly.”
At the small, implied threat, she shuddered. “Not reassuring, Sir.”
“Wasn’t meant to be.” With that, he went to the wall to adjust a pully, lowering the apparatus until it was about the same height as her waist. “You’ll be facedown.”
Which meant she’d bend over, not much different than when he’d taken her over the chair in the cabin.
But now that she didn’t have to figure out how to climb into it, she was slightly less terrified.
He returned to her and took her shoulders. His eyes were locked on hers, and their depths were filled with intentions that made her shiver. “Since I intend to fuck you hard, you need to undress me.”
“Of course,” she whispered. Why had she suddenly lost her voice? “Sir.”
“I’d happily keep you here and shut out the rest of the world.”
She wanted nothing more. Forget the danger. The outside world. The impossibilities.
Slowly, her hands shaking, Sasha grasped the hem of his T-shirt and began pulling it up. He raised his arms to help her, and she tossed the shirt onto a nearby chair. As always, she couldn’t help but take in his muscular biceps and chiseled abs. But her gaze caught on his bandage. No matter how much they wanted to lose themselves in this, in each other, there was no forgetting who either of them really were.
“I’m a little impatient, Petal.”
“Sorry, Sir.” Giving herself a mental shake, she crouched to pull off his boots and socks and tucked them beneath the nearby chair, out of the way.
Then she knelt up to loosen his belt buckle. Still, at some point, she’d love to feel it on her ass.
“Careful,” he warned as she started to pull down the zipper.
“Protecting your cock would be in my best interest, Sir,” she teased.
“So it would.” He grinned back.