Starting Point - Elle Aycart Page 0,22

“Glad to hear you enjoyed it, but I’m beat.”

Was she kicking him to the curb? “I get it. No talking. No touching. What about sleeping? Can I stay the night and spoon you, or am I being kicked out again?”

Megan stared at him for a long moment and then smiled. “Spooning is fine. But don’t get too handsy.”

“Got it, boss.”

“Allow me,” she said, reaching behind him for his bonds.

“Forget it.” Although the knots were rather tight, he yanked and freed himself.

She frowned but then smiled again, so he figured it was all good.

“Jeez, my legs are shaking,” she whispered as she placed her hands on his shoulders and, a bit precariously, put her feet down on either side of him.

“I’ll carry you to bed.” He steadied her, holding her by her waist as she straightened up, his cock screaming as it lost her warm embrace. On the plus side, the second her sweet pussy lips passed his crown, his semen mixed with her juices started to flow down, dripping onto his slit. “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he breathed as they both watched, their foreheads touching.

“Kind of hot, Bonehead,” she admitted.

He’d bet it wouldn’t take much to convince her to go another round, but she looked exhausted, so he whipped his cock under control and looked away. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a box of tissues on the coffee table, so he grabbed them. “I love seeing your pussy all covered with my come, but if I watch much longer, I’m going to fuck you again—without the restraints.”

The words seemed to jolt her out of her trance. As he began cleaning her, she reached for his hand. “My job,” he growled, gently patting her pussy lips. “Don’t squirm. This is turning me on like you wouldn’t believe, so behave if you want me to hold on to my control.” Which was slipping faster than he would like to admit.

Once he had the two of them more or less come-free, he lifted her. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders but keeping her forearms between their chests so they wouldn’t touch. Again. Message received. He brought them to the bed, covered them, and spooned her, making sure the arm around her was outside the blanket.

“You want to know something?” he asked after a long while of being in silence and listening to the crackling of the fireplace.

“Hmm.” She sounded content and relaxed.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”

“What’s the verdict? A bit messy, right?”

He hugged her tighter, wishing he could turn her around and hold her in both arms, face to face. He understood her hang-ups, why her chest was off-limits, but that really didn’t matter to him. In his eyes, she was the sexiest woman alive. “With you, I’ll take messy any day of the week.”

She chuckled. “Me too.” Her voice faded, drowsy.

Not getting handsy was going to be damn difficult.

Chapter 6

A soft kiss on her lips woke Megan up. She opened her eyes to a freshly shaven and smirking Alec. “Wake up, boss. We’re already late.”

She remembered the night before, the heart-shattering sex, and she averted her gaze, furiously blushing. He rolled his eyes. “Don’t get shy on me now.”

Then it dawned on her. “I vaguely recall waking up a while back and you were already gone. I figured you’d split. So why are you back? And where are we late for?”

“First, I didn’t bail on you. I went home to get some gear. Second, I’m taking you out on a date.”

“We’re having a date?” she asked, confused.

“Of course. Do you think I’d let just anyone tie me up?”

“Please. You could have busted out of those socks anytime.”

“Well, it’s the thought that counts. And I did not bust out. You’ve got to give me credit for that, at least.”

She pondered for a second, but before she could come up with an appropriate comeback, he gave her another peck on the lips. “Come on, boss. I’ll give you five minutes. Don’t think too much about your outfit. It doesn’t even need to coordinate. As long as it’s warm, you’re set, because we’re putting this on.” He held up a camo onesie. A reversible camo onesie—one side white, the other white with branch-like blotches. “White side out.”

She inspected it, grimacing. “Where the heck are we going?”

“You’ll see. I also brought you this,” he said, handing her a cup. A wonderful coffee smell competed with Alec’s.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t seem to be going anywhere fast so she looked at herself. She was