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Dare to Touch (Dare to Love 3)

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“Wise ass.” He chuckled. “But on a more serious note, are you okay after that confrontation with Wendell?”

“He scared me,” she admitted.

He pulled her close, but the thick terrycloth robe didn’t allow him the access to her skin that he craved. Had been craving since the minute he’d seen the man bullying her.

All his protective instincts had gone into high gear, and he’d wanted nothing more than to smash the man’s smug face. But he’d been aware of their location, and he knew better than to react with violence in front of an audience. But if the man ever touched her, he wouldn’t make any promises.

“But you showed up and everything’s fine. And I really don’t want to think about him now.”

“Then what is it you want to do?” he asked in a gruff voice he barely recognized.

She reached her hand down and slid her fingers into his pants, wrapping her hand around his stiff cock. “I think that should be obvious,” she said in a teasing tone, then pumped her hand up and down for good measure.

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Olivia was wet. Not from the shower, but from wanting Dylan. She cupped his thick, hard erection in her palm. When a drop of pre-cum slickened her fingertips, she curled her fingers tighter around him.

He grasped her wrist and stilled her hand. “You don’t want to end this party before it gets started, do you?”

She shook her head. No, but she wanted him to take over. To do all sorts of naughty things to her while she lay at his mercy and just took what he gave her.

“Dylan?”

“What?” He pulled her on top of him, and though he was fully dressed and she was in a hotel robe, she felt his heat.

Knowing there was only one way to get what she wanted, she gathered her courage. “Remember the other night in the cabana? You brought the scarf?”

His gorgeous eyes darkened. “Yes.”

“I want—” She hesitated, unsure of how to ask.

“Tell me,” he said in a gruff voice. “Just say it and it’s yours.”

She slid her tongue over her lips. “I want you to tie me up,” she whispered.

“God, you are so fucking perfect.” He rolled her to the side of the bed, then rose and headed for the closet.

Her breath caught as she waited, her entire body primed for whatever would come next. She knew from slips that Riley made that her brother, Ian, liked to dominate in the bedroom, but she didn’t know the details, thank goodness. And her cousins in New York had their kinky side. Their significant others had mentioned it as well. So when Dylan had pulled out a scarf the other night, she’d been … intrigued.

And definitely interested.

She quickly stripped off the robe and lay back on the bed to wait. He returned from the closet, tie in hand and wearing absolutely nothing. Her mouth watered at the delectable sight of his gorgeous body. Lean yet muscular, tanned, and just plain delicious. Her gaze swept from his cock, which stood proudly, to the silk material in his hand.

“Something tells me this is going to look better on you than it ever did on me.” He paused as he stared at her with hunger in his eyes. “Up.” He gestured toward the head of the bed.

She slid back against the pillows, unable to take her gaze from those hands and the way he wrapped the tie around his palms and stretched the material taut. Her sex grew slick with wet heat.

“You’re gorgeous, baby. And I wish I could tie you to the headboard, but there’re no slats on this thing.” He studied her intently. “Hands in front of you.”

She placed her palms together, and he came over, wrapping the soft tie around her wrists a few times and knotting it. Rather easily, she thought.

“How do you know what you’re doing?” she asked.

“Friends. I went to a couple of clubs after I graduated high school.”

She tilted her head to the side, curious. “Did you like it?”



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