"Cole saw you," he said. "You're working with Kevin Warner, that goddamn prick. I trusted you. Hell, Sloane, I love you. How the hell could you--"

"You son of a bitch." I was beyond furious, and my words came out low and harsh and cold. "You goddamn son of a bitch. You really believe I would betray you? That I was working with Kevin? He's been dogging me, Tyler. Trying to get me to find dirt on you. And all I've done is tell him that you're clean. I compromised my own fucking values to tell him you're clean."

I stalked to his desk and ripped open the drawer. I pulled out the envelope and tossed it in his face. "There. That's what he has on you. I thought you might find it useful in case you wanted to clean up whatever goddamn mess you've gotten yourself into. Fuck," I added, then slammed my fist down on the desk. "I'm not Amanda, Tyler. I didn't run to the cops. I'm not betraying you."

But I couldn't stay, and without another look back, I ran from the room, grabbed my purse from my locker, and headed back to The Drake, not even bothering to change my clothes.

The shorts and bra-top got a few stares, but I barely noticed, I was still seething too much.

And it wasn't until I reached the penthouse and was in the bedroom digging workout clothes out of my drawer, that I realized the irony. I'd come here. To the penthouse.

I'd been pissed, and I'd come home. And to me, home was where Tyler was.

How fucked up was that?

I changed into leggings and a sports bra, then called down to the front desk to find out the location of the fitness center. As it turned out, the tenth floor had its own, and I found it easily enough, and was grateful to see it had a punching bag.

I quickly taped my hands, then shoved on some gloves. Then I started to beat the shit out of a bag while a skinny man in headphones jogged on the treadmill, occasionally shooting me concerned glances. I wasn't surprised. If that bag had been a man, he'd have been dead, several times over.

I'm not sure how long I tortured the bag before the door opened and Tyler eased inside. I saw him approach in the mirror. I didn't turn.

"Want to take a few swipes at me, too?"

"Hell, yes."

"We need to talk."

"We really don't."

He moved closer, then reached out and held the bag steady. "We can talk here with an audience or we can go back to the suite. But we are going to talk."

"Fine." I headed toward the door, then waited for him to open it as I was still wearing the gloves.

He glanced at them as we walked down the hall. "Planning on punching me?"

"Depends on what you say."

"I'm apologizing," he said, and the fist around my heart loosened. "There may even be some groveling."

I crossed my arms and tilted my head as he opened the door to the suite. "All things considered, yeah. I think groveling is in order."

"I'm sorry," he said again once the door closed behind us. "This thing between us--I want it so desperately, but it scares me, too. I told you, I don't trust easily. And when Cole told me what he'd seen, it was Amanda all over again. I fucked up."

"You sure did," I said, then used my teeth to tug off the gloves. I drew in a breath. "Trust has to be mutual. You don't trust because she betrayed you. But she didn't trust you, either. She didn't believe you knew how to handle yourself.

"I don't trust easily, either," I said as I uncoiled the tape around my hands. "But I trust you, Tyler. I may not agree with what you do, but I trust you."

"I trust you, too," Tyler said. "I do. Despite my very royal fuckup."

"I know you do," I said. "I love you, Tyler." I handed him the tape. I wanted him to really know, to truly understand, how deeply I meant those words. "I love you, and I trust you."

He cocked his head, obviously unsure. "Sloane. Are you sure?"

"I want it," I said. "All these years, it's been in my head. He tied her up. He hurt her. I don't want that there anymore. I want you. Bind me, Tyler. Bind me, and make love to me, and make the bad stuff go away."

He scooped me up as if I weighed nothing at all, then carried me to the bedroom and gently laid me on the bed. He got on beside me, then leaned over and kissed me. Soft and gentle at first, and then harder, until the kiss was almost a punishment.

"I want you," he said. "I need you."

"I know." I tightened my arms around him, clutching him tight, wanting more of his kisses, deeper and hotter. "I need you, too."

"I was afraid, you know. For a moment I was afraid that I'd fucked up beyond repair. That I'd lost you."

"Never," I said, and my voice trembled with the truth of it.

Slowly, he peeled off the sports bra, then took my breast in his mouth, one and then the other, suckling each until I felt those sparking threads of sensation shoot all the way from my breasts to my sex. I arched up, wanting more. More of him. Of his touch, of everything.

"Sit up," he said. "And scoot back."

I did, and ended up sitting upright against a pillow that Tyler had placed against the wrought-iron headboard.

"Cross your wrists around one of the bars," he said.

I hesitated. I'd imagined he'd tie me down, arms out to the side.

"It's okay," he said, as if understanding my hesitation. "You'll like it. We both will."

I nodded, then complied. I breathed deep, as if that would keep the ghosts at bay.

"Are you doing okay?" Tyler asked once my hands were secured behind me.

"Yeah," I said, surprised by the truth of the words. I tilted my head up for a kiss. "So far, I'm doing fine. More than fine," I added, because the truth was I was getting excited. Knowing I was going to be bound. Taken. Knowing that I was about to surrender totally, to submit completely.

I should be terrified. Should be writhing in a desperate attempt to get free.

Should be kicking Tyler in the balls.

But I wasn't. Just the opposite. Instead, I was looking forward to what came next with potent anticipation. And all because I trusted this man.

He turned away from me, then opened a drawer at the bottom of the dresser. When he came back, he held two coils of red rope.

I frowned. "I'm not sure if I should be glad you're experienced at this or irritated that I'm not the first woman you've done this to."

He sat beside me, then kissed me gently while his fingers played with my breasts. It was an intimate, casual moment, and reminded me again that right now, more than before, I was truly his to do with as he wished.

"You are the first," he said, his voice low and full of meaning. "The first. And the only."

"Tyler--"

"I know," he said. "I know it can't last. You've made it clear, and I get it. But that doesn't change the truth. I love you, Sloane," he said as he eased my leggings off. "And that will never change. Now," he said, with a quick change in tone. "Bring your knees to your chest."

I bit my lower lip, but complied. Then I held my breath as he wrapped the cord around my left leg just below my knee, effectively binding my calf to my thigh. Then he took the loose end of the cord and tied it to the post beside my hand, pulling it taut to take up the slack, and in that way holding my leg up, knee at my chest, my sex completely exposed.

He ran his fingers over me. "Your cunt is so wet, Sloane. I think you've been thinking naughty thoughts."

"Very," I said.

"Like what?"

"That I like this," I whispered, as he sank three fingers deep inside me. "That I like being at your mercy," I said, forcing the words out past a moan of deep pleasure. "That I like knowing that I'm yours. And not knowing what's coming."

"Good. Very good," he said, then repeated the process with the other leg. "Nice," he said, when he'd completed the task. "Now close your eyes."

I did, then jumped as he took hold of my knees, lifted me just a little, and spanked my ass.

"Not the best position for that," he said. "But I recall the lady liked the sensation. I wonder how far she'd like to go."

"Very far," I murmured. "All the way," I said, and he chuckled.

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"All the way it is," and then I felt the smack of his hand again--not on my ass, but on my sex. I cried out, the sensation unfamiliar and strange, and yet arousing, too. And when he did it again, the sting lingered, making my clit so sensitive that I thought a single burst of air might make me come.

"So sweet," he murmured, and I opened my eyes to see his mouth close intimately over me, and just the sight of him, laving me like that, made my body quiver with the need to draw him in.

Tyler complied, first with his tongue--thrusting it so deep I arched up, at least as much as the restraints allowed, and then bucked against him, in silent demand for more.

He gave me that more, his mouth sliding up to my breast as his hand teased and tormented my sex, sending waves of sensation swarming through me. I wanted to writhe, to move, but the minuscule amount of movement I was allowed did little to deflect the onslaught, and I was overwhelmed by the sensations, certain I was about to burst.

"I'm close," I said. "Oh, god, Tyler, I want you inside me. Please, I want to feel you in me when I come."

He stripped quickly, then knelt between my legs. He lifted me up just slightly with one hand as he took his cock in the other and positioned it against me.

"Yes," I said, the pleasure so acute I almost came at that moment. Then Tyler held my legs for leverage and thrust inside me. "Watch," he said. "Don't close your eyes."

I did, mesmerized by the way he thrust in and out of my body. Torn apart when I watched him take one hand off my leg so that he could tease my clit, sending me spiraling even higher.

"You're close," he said. "I can feel how tight you are. How close you are. Come on, baby. Come on, and let's go over together."

I listened to the sound of his voice, as if it could carry me all the way.

"Now, Sloane, now," he cried, and I exploded with him, my body reaching out for the heavens even though I was so thoroughly tied down to the bed.

The shudders ripped through me for what seemed like forever, and Tyler left me like that, his fingers slowly stroking me as if to draw out every last bit of pleasure.

"Stay with me," he murmured, as he touched me so intimately. "Don't go back to Indiana." He stroked my cheek, kissed my lips, teased my sex. "Stay."

I closed my eyes, wishing things were different. "I want to. Tyler, you have to know that I want to. But I can't. I'm a cop. I can't give it up. It's part of who I am. You know that."

"So be a Chicago cop. Or even in private security. Hell, you could work for BAS."

I laughed. "Because it's so up and up?"

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