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onto the bed, placing his knees on either side of her hips. “I’ll go first.”
    “Whoa, what the?” was all Anne got out before her left wrist was secured to the headboard. “Handcuffs, really? Aren’t they a bit cliché, Detective Slaiter?” Her heart thudded.
    He positioned her right arm where he wanted it and snapped the cuff in place. “Have they cleared up whatever confusion you were having about who’s in charge?”
    Anne had to close her eyes as a rush of exhilaration surged through her. She was restrained, naked, at Garth’s sexual mercy and nothing had ever felt so right. Her nipples sprang to attention, and her cunt pulsed.
    “Answer me,” he ordered.
    Her initial attempt to comply only resulted in a guttural moan. How was she supposed to speak when she was fighting to keep from coming? Her eyes flew open when Garth cupped her breasts and gave an authoritative squeeze.
    “Yes, yes, all clear,” she panted.
    Garth kissed and caressed his way down her body from her neck to just above her mound. When he knelt at her feet, Anne spread her legs in wanton invitation. The contrast of the cool air on her exposed, heated pussy lips caused her to whimper loudly. He rested his palms against her inner thighs, effectively stilling her movements and gazed at her cunt.
    “Please, please , Garth, don’t make me wait any longer.” She dug her heels into the mattress, lifting her hips toward him. “I need your fingers, your lips, your cock… you !”
    “Now that’s what I call effective communication, sweetheart.”
    Using only the tip of his tongue with the lightest of touches, he tickled and teased her from clit to anus. A fine sheen of perspiration broke out on her forehead as he kept her dangling on the edge of release. Just when she thought she couldn’t take his decadent brand of torture another second, he proceeded to go down on her in earnest. He slid two fingers into her channel, his thumb in her ass and sucked on her clit. Anne cried out and thrashed uncontrollably through an orgasm so intense stars danced beneath her slammed-shut eyelids. Garth expertly licked and caressed her, drawing out her pleasure.
    “Wow,” she sighed.
    Garth rose up and smiled at her. He dropped a kiss on her tummy then the underside of each breast. “My sentiments exactly,” he agreed. He reached over her and undid the handcuffs.
    “How did you do that?”
    “They have a release latch.”
    Anne tilted her head and studied them. “Where?” she asked.
    “That’s my little secret.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
    Anne wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. Garth settled on top of her and nuzzled the side of her neck.
    “You still have pants on,” she noted, draping her legs over his hips. Regardless of getting off so hard her limbs felt like jelly, Anne wanted, needed to have his cock buried deep in her body.
    “You’re about to be taking them off me.”
    “Ooh, goody,” she said, giving him a quick squeeze before releasing him.
    “But not here,” he stated, getting up off the bed. Garth held his hand out to her. “We’re on the move, sweetheart.”
    “Where are we going?” she asked, confused and intrigued. The bed seemed the logical place to stay, but then again, she was game as long as, wherever they went, fucking quickly followed. She accepted his help and stood up on shaky legs.
    He turned and walked to a closed door across the room, which she’d assumed was the bathroom. “There’s a key in the top drawer of the bedside table. Bring it to me,” he ordered.
    She did as he directed without question, anticipation and a powerful desire to please him spurring her on. When she opened the drawer to find the key lying next to a plethora of condoms and more than a couple brands of lube, Anne glanced over her shoulder at him. “Would you like me to grab anything else?”
    “Did I ask you to?”
    She brought him only the key. Garth unlocked the knob and walked into the connecting room. Anne