Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Nice,” he breathes out. “So, I’ll handcuff you and tickle you with the feather?”
I nod. “Easy, right?”
“Will you feel the feather through your tights and dress?”
My eyes widen. “Should I get naked?” I can’t believe I’m considering doing this.
He clears his throat. “Not all the way. Don’t want to break any rules, but yeah, take it off. Leave the bra and panties. It’s like a bikini, right?”
“Um, right.” My hands shake as I reach under my dress to grab the waistband of my tights.
“Wait,” he says, and I let my dress fall back into place. “I want to play music. Get the full effect. I, uh, feel like that’s what the readers would do with their partner. So we really need to put the effort in.”
“Okay, yes. Smart.”
He moves to the plush armchair in the cozy room’s corner, the soft glow of the lamp casting warm shadows around him. With nimble fingers, he pulls out his phone from his pocket, and taps the screen. A sultry melody fills the air, and it sets the mood.
It’s slow, sensual, and I sway my hips to the rhythm. As the beat kicks in, my nerves slip away and I ease my dress up over my hips in a seductive tease, trying my best not to think about how I’m doing this for Paxton, but gaining the research I need for the best article.
He can’t take his eyes off me, so I slow down to make it sexier, and that’s when I realize—I’m stripping for my best friend.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of my tights and slide them down my long legs, hopefully making it enticing for him. He’s not laughing, so I take this as a win.
When I’m free of the material, I fling them over my head. Paxton smiles, and it takes my breath away. He really is so good-looking.
I keep staring at him, memorizing every detail of his face because I don’t want to forget a thing while I reach behind me to unzip my dress. The air sizzles between us as I drag the zipper down. My heart pounds faster, but I keep moving, trying my best not to get derailed by nerves.
My dress falls to a heap on the floor, and his eyes devour me.
Anticipation of what’s coming rushes through my system, empowering my courage. I step closer to him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, taking in my bra and panties. “Hart, your body is amazing.” He retrieves the feather from the table beside him. “Get on the bed,” he demands with a shaky voice.
I obey like a sex slave because there’s nothing I want more in this world than Paxton touching my body with the feather in his hand.
Okay, I want one thing more—his hands instead.
Chapter Twelve
Paxton
Hartford lying on her bed, surrounded by flickering candlelight, in nothing but her bra and panties—yeah, I’m fucked.
How am I supposed to push down these feelings when she looks like a goddess waiting for me to touch her body? The black bra she’s wearing is a total tease, with lace stopping just before her hard nipples. The stiff peaks poke through the silk covering them, and my dick is rock hard from just looking at her. Imagining what’s underneath.
The matching boy shorts she’s wearing are a damn wet dream. They’re low cut, making me want to trace the line with my fingers. I’m certain if I dipped my fingers inside, she’d be wet.
Wet for me.
I blow out a ragged breath, trying to get myself under control. My heart’s nearly beating out of my chest. I’ve become a madman, my body amping up to conquer and claim. I need to remember that her arousal is a result of the situation, not me. It’s a blow to my ego, but it’s something I need to keep reminding myself if I’m going to survive this.
Deep breaths.
“Grab the handcuffs,” she whispers, avoiding eye contact.
As if she doesn’t look sexy enough, now I need to handcuff her to the headboard. She’ll be at my mercy. That erotic thought has me adjusting my hard dick as I move away from her and snag the handcuffs off the dresser.
I hold them up and grin. “Pink wasn’t enough, so you had to get fuzzy, too?”
She gives me a saucy smile. “I’m wearing them, not you. If you wanna switch places, I’ll get metal ones.”
For a moment, I fantasize about Hartford handcuffing me to her bed and taking full advantage of the situation.
“Paxton?”
I snap out of my illicit thoughts. “You’re right, these are perfect.” One knee hits the bed, dipping it slightly, and she turns her head to look at me. “Arms back,” I command.
She does as I say, and I click the first cuff around her small wrist, securing it to the wrought-iron headboard. I move around the bed and do the same to the other side, shaking the cuffs to make sure she is fastened securely.