Perfectly Inappropriate

She was reveling in that awareness and happiness when he moved back to the leather case. He returned with two clothespins. His fingers came down onto her nipple where he tweaked the bud, and her moan sounded distant to her ears.

“Give me a deep breath.”

She sucked in slowly and then blew it out, and he added the clothespin to her right nipple.

The bite of pain was quickly followed by a rush of pleasure and she hissed against the sensation.

He slid his hand over to the other breast. “You like this, hmm?”

It wasn’t really a question. She couldn’t answer him anyway. He waited for her deep inhale before he clipped the next clothespin on her other nipple. A sudden surge of euphoria filled her, taking her places she’d never gone before. But then there was him. This man.

The side of his mouth curved as he dragged his hand down her chest. “Yeah, angel, keeping looking at me just like that.” With his gaze locked on her face, he moved to the side a little then reached for the flogger resting on his shoulder.

This time, she saw his connection to the flogger. There was something beautiful in the way he spun the leather in his hand. Like a dance almost. One that was intimate and personal between him and her. She relished that when the tails hit her thigh, and then all thoughts slowly drifted away. She watched him closely, unable to take her eyes off him, consumed by the way he moved from foot to foot. He slid the tails of the flogger through his hands before sending them toward her thigh.

Hot pleasure pulsed through her veins, making her want more. Until she felt the tails slap against her sex. And then there was nothing but sensation and pleasure and things she never knew before. A steady stream of flicks smacked against her clit, like a vibrator hammering pleasure into her, only better.

Higher and higher she went, until there was nowhere else to go but over the edge. She parted her lips to fall into her orgasm, but then her eyes snapped open when Noah entered her in one swift stroke. She screamed, arching her back, the cuffs pulling against her wrists while he rode her hard.

Dear God, it was heaven.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as his cock drove into her. Her screams of pleasure mingled with his deep grunts. And the weight of his body against hers pressed her into the mattress. Her breath caught, her body tensing with pleasure that had no beginning and no end, only a middle where she never wanted to return from.

Only then she did return.

A sharp sting blasted her into awareness as his hand brushed the clothespin off her nipple in one swift stroke.

After that, there was nothing but pure pleasure and his answering roar as he followed her.

Many, many minutes later, she could move again.

She found herself cradled in Noah’s arms, her head on his chest. He had somehow removed the chain, and she had a soft thin sheet over her, but she didn’t remember any of that. Holy shit…his pleasure had come with mind-numbing orgasms, and even a quivering body to boot.

When she finally had the strength to open her eyes, that claw thingy was in her line of vision. “Do you really use those things on women?” she asked with a scratchy voice.

He laughed softly, trailing his fingers gently along her back. “No, I got them from the garden shed while you were waiting.”

She slowly lifted her head and leveled him with a hard look. “Why would you do that? To scare me?”

“I would never purposely scare you.” He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “But I’m not above having a little fun with the fact you gave me a list with no limits.”

“Oh my God.”

“That’s a little formal,” he said with another laugh. “Noah will do.”

Charming or a man looking to die? She hadn’t decided just yet. “You’re lucky I didn’t run out of here.”

One second, she was looking down at him. The next, she was staring up at all his magnificent sexiness, with his hair dangling down and eyes simmering with heat. “You’re forgetting one important fact there, angel.”

“What’s that?”

He nipped her lip. “You might have tried to run, but I would have caught you.”

And her shiver declared she would have liked that.

Chapter 7

Later that evening, and on the drive down the narrow, winding two-lane highway, Olivia chatted about her happy childhood growing up in the Country Club neighborhood of the Bronx. Noah sat silently behind the wheel, taking the drive slowly and not rushing to get anywhere. He liked listening to her talk, finding her voice melted away the tension across his shoulders. More and more, he found the way she saw the world infectious. She only grew quiet when they reached the corner of Hook Road and Cantitoe Street.