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“You want to?” He licked his lips.

“So much yes.”

In one fluid motion, he rolled right off my bed and stalked toward me, his steps sure and his expression predatory.

I stood still, my heart thudding my chest.

River flipped the handcuffs around his hand, moving them over and through his fingers, snapping the cuff and pushing it through the loop so the sound mixed with the visual, creating an effect that was so damn sexy I couldn’t breathe.

He grinned darkly and stepped right into my space. He grabbed my wrist and did another crazy fast combo with the cuffs, then snapped it over my wrist.

I let out another whimper, then a strangled gasp, too turned on to do more than wait to see what he’d do next.

He grabbed my other wrist, his grip gentle despite the speed of the move, and snapped the other cuff over it, locking them together.

I bought quick-release cuffs because I didn’t trust myself to not lose the key. By the moves he’d pulled off, that had been the right call.

“Holy shit,” I said on a moan. “That was so hot.”

He smirked and draped my arms over his neck. “You liked that?”

“Oh yeah. I had no idea you could do that. That anyone could do that.”

“You should see me with a butterfly knife.” With his hands on my ass, he boosted me up.

I wrapped my legs around him, my entire body tingling and my brain already getting fuzzy. “Butterfly knife? You know how to do that crazy stuff too?”

“Who do you think got Zane into it?” He gave me one of those hot looks that turned my insides to jelly. “You like that idea?”

“Soooo much.”

“Mmmmm.” He slicked his tongue over my bottom lip. “Maybe next time I’ll show you what I can really do with these cuffs.”

“Yes, please.”

He nibbled at my neck, his teeth worrying my skin.

I let my head fall back. “Mark me. Wanna see it later. Wanna remember every time I look at it.”

Closing his mouth over my neck, right over my collarbone so it would still be hidden by my work shirts, he gently sucked and nibbled on my skin.

Heat bloomed under his mouth. Tingles ran up my spine at the sensation.

“More,” I whispered. “Need more.”

He pulled his mouth from my throat and smirked. “You want more? What do you want?”

“You.”

“Yeah?” He bit my lip and gently tugged on it.

My answering moan was loud and broken.

He released my lip and soothed the skin with his tongue. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“Everything. Anything. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, hmmm? What if I laid you down and kissed your neck and stomach, teasing your spots until you squirmed under me?”