Loverboy (The Company #2) - Sarina Bowen Page 0,79
bed. “Let’s play a game to work on your patience. Do you have a couple of silk scarves?”
Her eyes widen. “What for?”
“I’d like to restrain you, if you’re game.”
“Why? Is that …” She licks her lips. “… Fun?”
I hesitate for a moment, because fun is completely subjective. “It is for some people.”
She swallows hard. “There are scarves in the top drawer. Get them.”
Again, I hesitate. Because it was never my goal to force Posy to do something that didn’t interest her. But now she’s watching me with clear, curious eyes. So I stand up and open the top drawer of her dresser, pulling out two silk squares in different colors.
“What have I gotten myself into?” she asks as I kneel once again on the bed.
“Trouble, that’s what.” It comes out sounding cocky.
“Okay. Teach me,” she says, offering her hands. “Where do you want me?”
Anywhere, sweetheart. “How about you grab one of those central rungs on the headboard?”
She lifts her hands over her head and does as I ask. But when I lift one of the scarves up to tie around her wrists, she flinches.
“Sweetheart,” I say gently. “There’s no earthly reason we have to do this. It’s just a game. It’s not important.”
“I hate the idea of having my hands restrained. It’s just …” She shivers. “I’m sorry, but that isn’t fun for me. I have nightmares about having my hands tied behind my back.”
“Hey, don’t apologize. In fact, sit up for me.”
“Why?” She sits up anyway. “Now I’ve ruined the mood.”
“Nah. Pay attention for a second. Instead of restraining you, I’m going to do the opposite. I’ll show you how to break out of restraints.”
“What?” She laughs. “I thought we were going to do wicked things to each other.”
“Oh, we are.” I toss the scarves onto the bed. “But I know lots of tricks, Paxton. The things I learned at spy school are fun in a different way. And if this is a trigger for you, I can teach you how to defeat it. Let’s pretend someone is going to zip tie your hands together.”
Posy shivers again. “That literally figures into my nightmares.”
“Then don’t ever get arrested by the NYPD. But if you do, here’s how to get out of a zip tie. The first method is to brace your hands into fists. Try it. Show me.”
Posy brings her hands together, making two fists.
“Yes, but brace them end to end. Like this.” I arrange her fists in the right way, and then draw a gentle finger across her wrists. “See this? Believe it or not, you’re creating just enough extra space that afterward you can make prayer hands ...” I rotate her palms together. “… And you could wriggle one hand out.”
“Good to know,” Posy says with a smile.
“Now, if the cops notice your setup and make you place your hands in a tighter position, you still have two more options. You can wear away the plastic on a rough surface, like a brick. Or you can tighten the zip tie with your teeth.” I mime this action. “Then pull ‘em tight and—” I whack my wrists against my knee. “Split them apart.”
Posy leans forward and kisses my chest with soft lips. “Have you ever had to do that on a mission?”
“Oh, sure. I once had to do it twice in one day.”
“Is it wrong that I find this topic very hot and manly?” She trails across my pecs with her wicked mouth.
“Not at all. Feel free to express your enthusiasm for my—” I clear my throat suggestively. “Manhood.” I wind my hand in her hair and guide her head toward my cock.
“Mmm.” She tortures me with little licks and kisses down my abs. Then she nuzzles my cock.
“Yes, baby. Do it,” I pant as she finally takes me into her tight, wet mouth.
I’m in heaven. And is it terrible for me to hope that the Pie Shop perp is never found?
When it’s time to go back to California, I’m not going to want to go.
25
Posy
I make sure to give Gunnar a dose of his own medicine. I tease him mercilessly with my tongue and my hands.
My ex’s complaints still weigh on me. I don’t know if that will ever go away. So I put everything I’ve got into pleasuring Gunnar, until his breath comes in desperate gusts, and his powerful thighs clench with need.
And then I abruptly stop.
“Hey,” Gunnar rasps. “What’s the hold up?”
“Hey, being a tease is your idea of fun. I’m just learning from the master.”