413 Cherry Street

I can’t stop wondering if his lips are as soft as they look. If he kisses gently or roughly. I wouldn’t mind either from him…

“Hazel,” he grunts. “What is your type?”

“I don’t really have one,” I admit. “I’ve never… been with… anyone… before.”

Oh my God, did I just say that?

What the hell?!

Maybe being handcuffed to this table like I’m being interrogated is causing my brain to spit out every secret I have. I’d be a terrible spy.

“You’re a virgin?”

His eyes darken like he’s a hungry lion who just stumbled across a wounded baby antelope.

“A little bit. Is that bad?”

He runs his hand through his hair as he exhales long and hard. “No, Hazel. That’s very good. But if you had to pick. What would your type be?”

All I have to do is describe the beautiful man in front of me to answer that.

“Someone powerful, authoritative. A man who’s not afraid to take charge.”

“Someone like me?”

I swallow hard as I lock eyes with his. My head nods up and down all on its own.

“Do you want me to take charge right now?”

My heart is pounding as I try to figure out if he’s saying what I think he’s saying.

“I mean, I’m handcuffed,” I say as I tug on them, making the chain clink against the metal ring in the middle of the table. “You could take charge and there’s nothing I could do about it.”

He starts taking deep heavy breaths as he watches me. I can tell from the lustful look in his eyes that he’s thinking exactly what I’m hoping he’s thinking.

“If I’m going to be your lawyer,” he says as he stands up, towering over me, “there can’t be any secrets between.”

My mouth waters as I look up at his commanding presence. “I agree.”

“We’re going to be nice and close,” he says as he walks around the table and leans on it. He’s so close to me already. He could reach out and touch my cheek. My heart flutters from just thinking about it.

“Close is good,” I say as I wet my lips.

He leans down, giving me a whiff of his musky cologne. He smells so good. He smells like money and sex.

“How close?” he growls.

My lips part as his mouth hovers over them. I can taste the heat of his minty breath. I wonder if he can taste mine. If it’s driving him as crazy as his is driving me.

“Closer,” I whisper.

He leans in more. His bottom lip brushes over mine. I let out a moan.

“Even closer,” I whisper, begging him with my eyes. I’ve never wanted anything so badly. I need to taste him.

He kisses me hard, pressing his lips against mine as his big strong hands slide up my cheeks. He holds my jaw in place as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, claiming it as his own.

My pussy throbs. It’s aching.

Being tied up and vulnerable to this gorgeous man is such a turn on. I kiss him back as I pull on the handcuffs until they make my wrists burn, wanting to touch him. I can’t reach his hard body, so I just focus on our tongues sliding against each other, our lips wet and messy, his tantalizing scent making the hairs on my arm rise up. It’s all so good.

I moan in frustration when he pulls his mouth away from mine. His lips are wet. The look in his eyes is almost territorial as he watches me. This is just the type of man I need. The kind of man I’ve been waiting for.

I was worried men like him no longer existed, but here he is in all his perfection.

He slides his hand down the side of my neck and my back straightens as his fingers dip inside my jumpsuit. They confiscated all of my clothes, including my bra, so the only thing I’m wearing under this orange jumpsuit is a pair of white cotton panties they gave me.

“Who do you belong to now?” Liam asks in a deep throaty voice as his hand slides down slowly.

My nipples are rock hard as I feel his fingers slide along the top of my chest.

“You,” I gasp when I feel his hand glide onto my left breast. He cups it in a firm solid grip, making my breath come out fast and harsh. My pussy pulses when his rough palm runs over my hard nipple.

“You’re mine now, Hazel,” he says as he runs his hand along the curve of my breast, making me crazy. “I’m a man who gets what he wants, sweet girl, and I’ve never wanted anyone or anything like I want you.”

Floods of warmth bloom inside of me as I listen to his sexy voice. It’s all so intense. Being handcuffed here with this sensual man, the amazing feeling of his fingers pinching my nipple, squeezing just hard enough to make me whimper with desire.