Page 23 of Filthy Business

“No,” I said softly,“on your back. Arms up.”

She lay back and raised her arms, her skin flushed and her chest rising and falling in anticipation.

I took my time—one tie around each wrist, securing her to the headboard with firm, measured knots. Not tight enough to hurt. Just enough to remind her she belonged to me now.

“You’re mine, Iris,” I murmured, leaning down and kissing her inner wrist before tightening the silk one more notch.“Every inch of you.”

She squirmed, her thighs shifting restlessly, and I grinned.

“You picked your ties,” I said, moving down to her waist, planting a slow kiss just above the edge of her knickers.“Now it’s my turn to play.”

Her breath hitched when I kissed the top of each thigh, deliberately avoiding where she wanted me most.

“Let’s see how bratty you really are,” I whispered, my voice dark with promise.“Because I plan to make you beg before I let you come.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and I reached beneath her to unhook her bra, pushing the delicate lace aside to bare her perfect, rose-tipped nipples. I didn’t touch. Not yet. I let my fingers trail slowly down her body, gliding over her ribs and stomach until I reached her hips and peeled her knickers down her thighs.

I paused when the lace clung to her pussy.

Soaked.

I leaned in, breathing deep, her sweet, musky scent flooding my senses.

“Are you on birth control, sweetheart?” I asked, realising—too late—that in my rush to be inside her, I’d forgotten to check.

She shook her head, frowning.“No.”

“That’s okay,” I said, trying not to sound as panicked as I felt.“I think I have some condoms.”

Somewhere.

Probably expired.

From ten years ago.

Fuck.

I tugged her knickers off.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” I said with a smirk, before heading to the bathroom.

I took her knickers with me. They were over my face the moment I shut the door. Her wet, sweet scent hit me like a drug. I stifled a groan, halfheartedly searching for the condoms.

I could pull out, right?

I found one. No box. No date. No clue how old it was.

Fuck it.

It would have to do.

I pressed the lace back to my face, her slick heat seeping into my skin. My cock leaked inside my boxers.

I needed to be inside her tonight.

When I returned to the bedroom, my jaw dropped.

Her legs were spread wide open.