Freeing Her (Irresistibly Bound 4)

k. “That’s better,” she said. “Makes the outside world simply fade away.”

Eve shrugged her jacket off her shoulders and folded it on the desk next to her. Then, she began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly exposing the smooth white skin of her chest and the lacy black bra she wore underneath. It was thin and low cut, her breasts appearing to spill out of them. Faith stared, her lips parting.

Eve slipped off her shirt and folded it on top of her jacket on the desk, then beckoned Faith with a finger. “Come stand behind my chair.”

Faith rounded the desk to stand behind Eve. Eve drew the straps of her bra down her shoulders.

“Go on,” she said. “Don’t be afraid to use a little pressure.”

Pushing aside her growing desire, Faith placed her hands on Eve’s shoulders. Her skin was supple and warm. Faith began rubbing her thumbs in firm circles at the base of Eve’s neck, working her way outward and over her shoulders. Her muscles loosened under Faith’s fingertips.

Eve let out a satisfied groan. “God yes.”

Faith kneaded Eve’s shoulders even harder. Eve wasn’t lying about being tense. But the sounds coming from Eve’s mouth were so sensual. And touching her like this, skin to skin, was more than they’d touched in days. Was Eve trying to get Faith all hot and bothered?

Because it was working.

“Yes, right there,” Eve said. “Harder.”

Faith pushed harder into Eve’s shoulders, eliciting even more pleasured murmurs from Eve. It was like music to Faith’s ears. She had dreamed of making Eve come apart, but in an altogether different way…

“I didn’t ask you to stop,” Eve said.

“Right. Sorry.” Faith resumed her massage, banishing all sexy thoughts from her mind. But Eve seemed determined to torment her. As she peered down over Eve’s head, one of the cups of Eve’s bra slipped down, exposing a rose-colored nipple.

God, how Faith ached to run her fingers over those soft, round breasts of Eve’s. To feel Eve against her, just like at the party that night, but this time without any clothing between them—

Eve swiveled in her chair to face Faith. “Is something distracting you?”

“No,” Faith said. “Well, yes. You are.” She shook herself. She was having a hard time forming sentences. “But in a good way.”

“Maybe I can do something about that.” She drew a hand up Faith’s arm, a wicked look in her eyes. “Relieve all that pressure.”

Blood rushed to Faith’s face. It wasn’t hard to figure out what Eve was suggesting. “Here? Now?”

“Here and now.” Eve stood up. Her face was barely an inch from Faith’s. The scent of Eve’s perfume enveloped her. She could practically taste those lips she so longed to kiss. “Unless you have any objections.”

“No,” Faith said. “No objections.”

Eve stepped aside and pointed to the chair. “Sit.”

Faith bit back a protest. She didn’t want to sit down. She wanted to kiss Eve, to hold her, to drown in her. But the hard look in Eve’s eyes told her Eve meant business.

Faith sat down in Eve’s chair. It smelled like leather and Eve. It did nothing to quell the urge to bury herself in the other woman.

Eve opened the bottom drawer of her desk. “I did say I was going to tie you to my bed sometime, but since the house is off-limits we’ll have to improvise.” Eve pulled something out of the drawer. “This will work nicely.”

Faith looked at the small package in Eve’s hand. It was a two-pack of pantyhose.

“I always keep spares at work. It pays to be prepared.” Eve tore the package open and pulled out both pairs of pantyhose, stretching them between her hands like a rope. “Do you have a safeword?”

“Uh…” Faith’s mind went blank. She’d never needed a safeword before.

“Let’s go with something simple? Red. Red means stop.”

Faith nodded. “Okay.”

“Arms on the armrests,” Eve commanded.