“I like you like this.” He reaches up with his free hand and brushes the hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “No makeup or fake smiles. Your natural beauty is devastating.”
My heart stops, and it takes me a couple seconds to breathe again. “Your other hand.”
He lowers his arm, and once he’s securely buckled, I return to the loveseat and take him in.
Goddamn, he’s hauntingly sexy. All lean muscle and self-confidence. His t-shirt stretches across defined pecs and a flat stomach. Low-waisted jeans give a peek of carved abs and pronounced indentions where his hips cut in. The dark shadow of whiskers and square jaw add to his masculine allure.
He’s not bulky, yet he barely fits in that chair. It’s his bearing, the way he holds himself. He radiates a don’t-fuck-with-me vibe, one that any woman with a pulse would love to tame. I wouldn’t mind feeling delicate and protected in his arms, but I’ve fallen for that fantasy before, and it ends in heartache.
Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy him on my terms. My entire body shivers at the thought.
“You’re staring.” He doesn’t move, doesn’t even twist his wrists in the cuffs.
“I like you like this.” I echo his words with a playful smile. “Bound and at my mercy.”
“So bondage is your thing. The other guys…” His jaw twitches. “They’re into this shit?”
I’ve restrained dozens of men, and it’s always the same. They squirm and sweat with hard-ons tenting their pants. In the end, they all come.
“They get their night with a celebrity.” I shrug. “And I get to do what pleases me. It’s mutually beneficial.”
Except the bulge in Decker’s jeans isn’t hard. He’s either completely unaffected by this or damn good at controlling his responses.
“And what is that?” he asks. “What pleases you?”
I lift a bare foot and press my toes against his inner thigh, spreading his legs wider. He doesn’t fight me, but his gaze darts to Reese.
Therein lies Decker’s hard limits. I memorized his profile, the details surrounding the tragedy that destroyed his company, his financial issues, and his hard limits. No sex with men. Nothing breaches his ass. I won’t cross his boundaries, but I will push against them.
“I like to watch.” Just thinking about watching two men go at it makes my nipples harden and my panties wet.
He glances at my chest and grunts a sound of disbelief. “My hands are tied, sweetheart. Since I can’t stroke my dick for you, what exactly are you going to watch?” He drags his gaze to Reese, and an uneasy smile seizes the corner of his mouth. “Ah.”
I nod at Reese without looking away from the man making my pussy throb. It’s a guarantee Decker will fight this. My hands tremble with nerves even as wet heat gathers between my legs.
Reese kneels before him and reaches for the button on Decker’s fly. If Decker’s breathing speeds up, it’s not noticeable. He doesn’t move a muscle.
“Tell me what this is, Laynee.” His voice is smoke and shrapnel.
“I like to watch Reese suck men off.” My pulse races. “He’s going to pull you out and wrap his mouth around you.”
“No,” Decker says calmly. “Not going to happen.”
Reese slides down the zipper on Decker’s jeans, and the sound echoes through the room.
Decker’s fingers twitch on the armrest. “What do you get out of this?” His glare is bone-chilling.
I suck in a hungry breath. “Exactly what you’d get from watching two beautiful women go down on each other. It’s hot, Decker.”
Reese grips Decker’s waistband to shimmy the jeans and briefs down his hips.
“I wouldn’t do that.” Decker remains still as a statue, his tone unnervingly composed.
When Reese glances back at me with hooded eyes, I don’t have to look at his groin to know he’s hard. I see that heated expression whenever he fucks a woman or man in front of me. He’s such a dirty exhibitionist, and that totally works for me.
I give him a chin nod. Keep going.
“I’m the client, Decker.” I lean back on the couch and tuck my legs beneath me, settling in. “You’re paid to please me, and this is what I want.”
The sight of Reese on his knees with his head over Decker’s lap produces mini-spasms between my legs. Where Reese is boyishly handsome and safe, Decker is potently mature and gorgeous and scary as hell. Just imagining his cock in Reese’s mouth heats my skin from the inside out. If I knew Decker better, if I trusted him, I’d consider sucking him myself.
He stares down at the top of Reese’s head, and something seems to settle over him, a calmness that makes my scalp tingle. Reese pulls on Decker’s waistband, and intuition sends me lurching forward. Too late.
The chair flies up behind Decker, and his knees drop to the floor, taking Reese with him. In one fluid movement, Decker hooks a leg around Reese’s throat, maneuvering him into a chokehold that has him writhing on his back and clawing at Decker’s thigh.