me on to it.
“Wait here. Don’t move.” He gives me a brief hot, intense look and turns on
his heel, stalking toward the bedroom. Oh . . . Christian barefoot. Why are his
feet so hot? He’s back a few moments later, taking me by surprise as he
leans over me from behind.
“I think we’ll dispense with this.” Grabbing the hem of my T-shirt, he drags it
over my head, lea一ving me naked except for my panties. He pulls my ponytail
back and kisses me.
“Stand up,” he orders against my lips and releases me. I comply
immediately. He lays a towel out on the sofa.
Towel?
“Take your panties off.”
Oh. I swallow but do as I’m told, discarding them by the sofa.
“Sit.” He grabs my ponytail again and pulls my head back. “You’ll tell me to
stop if this gets too much, yes?”
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I nod.
“Say it.” His voice is stern.
“Yes,” I squeak. He smirks.
“Good. So, Mrs. Grey . . . by popular demand, I’m going to restrain you.” His
voice drops to a breathless whisper. Desire streaks through my body like
lightning, simply at those words. Oh my sweet Fifty—on the sofa? What are
you going to do?
“Bring your knees up,” he commands softly. “And sit right back.”
I rest my feet on the edge of the sofa, my knees up in front of me. He reaches
for my left leg, and taking the belt from one of the bathroom robes, he ties
one end above my knee.
“Bathrobes?”
“I’m improvising.” He smirks again and fastens the slipknot above my knee
and ties the other end of the soft belt around the finial at the back corner of
the sofa, effectively parting my legs.
“Don’t move,” he warns and repeats the process with my right leg, tying the
second cord to the other finial.
Oh my . . . I am sitting up, splayed out on the sofa, legs spread wide.
“Okay?” Christian asks softly, gazing down at me from behind the sofa.
I nod, expecting him to tie my hands, too. But he refrains. He bends and
kisses me.
“You ha一ve no idea how hot you look right now,” he murmurs and rubs his
nose against mine. “Change of music, I think.” He
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