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of her neck, “but I thought at this point we could be honest with each other.”
    Relief, mixed with disappointment, coursed through her. Kit focused on relief. Clearly whatever possessive feelings he had for her had faded, and all he wanted from her was sex. Why beat around the bush pretending to date when all he wanted was some good old-fashioned, no-strings-attached sex like they’d had in Mexico?
    Because that was exactly what she wanted too.
    Liar.
    But Kit ruthlessly silenced the voice that tried to tell her she wanted more.
    Instead she grabbed Jake by the tie and pulled him into her bedroom, where they stripped each other with frenzied efficiency, pausing to kiss and lick each new patch of skin as it was revealed. Backing him up against the edge of the mattress she pushed him down, following after him until she landed sprawled naked across his milewide chest. Like a cat in heat she rubbed herself against the lightly furred wall of his chest, hissing as his hands covered her bare breasts, palms rasping against the sensitive points of her nipples.
    His cock was hot and throbbing against her belly, and she positioned herself over him so she could slide her dripping slit along the rock-hard flesh. Big hands cupped her ass, grinding her against him until she was on the verge of orgasm from that brief contact.
    Not yet. She pulled away slightly, leaning down to trace her tongue between his pecs as something he said in that wine cellar tickled at the back of her brain.
    With one hand she guided his hands up to the wrought iron rails of her bed frame, while the other slid open the drawer of her bedside table. In only a few seconds she managed to locate what she wanted.
    The cold snap of metal sounded unnaturally loud in her tiny bedroom, and Jake’s eyes flew open as he found himself handcuffed firmly to her headboard.
    His biceps bulged deliciously as he tested the bonds, and finding himself firmly tethered, he relaxed back against the pillows.
    Knees spread on either side of his torso, Kit sat back, surveying him like a conquering Amazon claiming her prize.
    “I’m at your mercy.” He smiled.
    “You certainly are.” Leaning forward until her breasts just brushed his face, she moaned as he obediently turned his head so he could tongue first one, then the other nipple into his mouth. She sat back again, and his mouth released a hard point with an audible pop. “Whatever shall I do with you?”
    “I could make some suggestions, but since you’re the one who wanted to play power games, I think it should be up to you.”
    She wondered what Jake would say if she admitted this was the first time she’d used the handcuffs. A gag gift from a girl’s night out, the pink fur-lined novelty item had rested unused in her bedside drawer for the past two years. As sexually liberated as she liked to think she was, she’d never had the urge to tie a man down and had certainly never trusted one to do the same to her.
    But Jake was so cocky, so sure of himself, she couldn’t resist the temptation to put his skills to the test. “You told me in Mexico,” she said, gently raking her nails down the skin of his chest, “that you could make me come with both hands tied behind your back.” A film of sweat erupted on his skin, and she felt the tip of his cock jerk against the back of her thigh. “Let’s see how you do with both hands tied to my bed.”
    A slow, sexy smile spread across his face, and she could tell by the flutters low in her belly that he wouldn’t have to try all that hard. Licking his lips in anticipation, he whispered, “Climb on up, Kitty Kat.”
    She settled herself over him, knees on either side of his ears. Her breath caught, eyes closing as he nuzzled her labia apart. Her fingers wrapped around his where they gripped the headboard, a soft moan pushing through her lips as his tongue made a soft foray. Flicking and swirling, he teased and taunted her clit with soft brushing strokes, then abandoned it to