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    More precome dampened her palm and she used it to ease her way as she pumped him in her fist, loving the way his pulse pounded harder, his breath came faster, the groans harsher as they ripped form his chest.
    Being with Drew was like holding a lightning rod in her hand, all that power barely contained by her grip. She pumped him again, felt his pulse in the thick vein that ran the length of his cock, felt an answering throb in her pussy.
    Suddenly he stilled her hand and pushed her away.
    "What?" she said, dazed.
    "I can't—" he paused, his chest heaving in and out as he breathed like he'd just sprinted a mile. "You can't touch me. I can't take it."
    Never one to back down from a challenge, Wendy reached for him as she stepped closer, but Drew caught her wrists in his hands and pinned them up between her breasts,
    "I mean it, Wendy," Drew said. His face was set in harsh lines, the skin pulled tight over roughly carved features. His light brown eyes sparked with heat. "If you keep touching me like that, I'm going to lose it."
    Wendy pressed closer, until she could feel the damp tip of his cock brush the skin of her stomach. Slowly, she rolled her hips, her lips curving into a smile as she felt him surge against her, watched his eyelids slide lower over those fathomless, whisky-colored eyes.
    "Maybe I want you to lose it," she whispered, leaning forward to press her open mouth against the slope of his pec. And she did. She wanted to unleash the beast she'd sensed inside Drew the moment she'd laid eyes on him.
    She sucked his skin between her lips, biting softly on the soft flesh as she rubbed herself against him like a cat in heat. "Maybe I want you to fuck me hard and fast." She felt the shudder ripple through him and then the world went topsy turvy as he scooped her up in his arms and practically ran for the bedroom.
    It was dark, but he had no trouble finding the bed. A light snapped on, and the glow from the bedside lamp made his muscles stand out in stark relief as he lowered himself over her. Wendy eagerly parted her legs to cradle his hips as he bent to take her mouth.
    She could feel his heart pounding against her own as he slid his tongue inside her mouth. She closed her eyes, drinking in the taste, the feel of him. She started to wrap her arms around him but Drew caught her wrists in his hands once again.
    Wendy let out a little moan of pleasure and let him pin her wrists above her head. She was stretched out, helpless under him, the soft hair of his chest rasping deliciously against her nipples. She could feel his cock, hard as a club and hot as a brand against her belly. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her.
    "Fuck me," she whispered against his mouth, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth and delivering a love bite to show she meant business.
    She felt his cock jump and felt an answering pull in her sex. He shifted her wrists to one hand and she practically purred in anticipation at the sound of the nightstand drawer opening as he reached for a condom.
    But instead of the tearing of a foil packet, Wendy heard the distinct sound of velcro ripping at the same moment she registered that her left wrist was being drawn toward one of posts framing the king size bed.
    "What are you doing?" she said, staring dumbly at the wrist fastened securely to the sturdy wooden post. Her head whipped back around, her gaze narrowing on Drew's grimly satisfied face.
    "Making sure this goes the way we both want it to," he said, gently but effortlessly subduing her struggles as he secured her other wrist with what she now saw were velvet lined restraints.
    She remembered Julie saying something about Holley Cay’s vast array of sexual paraphernalia available by request, but she'd never imagined Drew as the kinky type.
    But now, with him over her, every muscle coiled with tension as he looked down at her with a covetous look in his eyes, the idea that he was into bondage wasn't so far fetched.
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