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“I know, but…” He shook his head.

“But you enjoyed it,” I stated matter-of-factly.

He was silent for a moment then said, “Yeah, I did.”

“That’s okay, Quinn. She’s a sexy woman, what man wouldn’t?” I managed to keep the tension out of my voice. The tension didn’t stem so much from jealousy but from an invasion of my territory. But I’d consented to the trespass, so what could I say now?

“Liam wouldn’t enjoy it,” Quinn said quietly.

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“He might,” I said, beating away the image of Eve tying up Liam. That just didn’t sit right. Liam was so reliant on me, so connected to me. With his solitary professional life, he went weeks seeing only Quinn and me when the girls were at school.

“No, he wouldn’t enjoy it,” Quinn said firmly. “He told me in no uncertain terms that I was crazy to be going through with it.”

“He did?”

I was surprised. It was unlike Liam to delve into a matter between Quinn and me, but I guessed something this big had never happened in our marriage.

“Yes, Liam said Eve was nothing on you and I was an idiot for doing anything that might jeopardize ‘our’ relationship. That you and I should be pulling together right now, not pushing one another away. That I was blind if I didn’t see how much I needed you and would need you in the future.”

“But we’re not pushing each other away, we spoke about it. We agreed. I could have lived without it, Quinn, but, well, it’s done now.” Quinn appeared thoughtful for a moment. “And have I?” he asked.

“Have you what?”

“Jeopardized what we have?” He reached forward and smoothed a hand over my hair. Even though he’d been with someone else, I still loved Quinn with an intensity that scared me. I still wanted his soul to be physically and emotionally connected to mine for my entire life and beyond if that was possible. He was my husband, my lover, my friend. And seeing him with Eve hadn’t been as bad as I’d thought it would be. Just sex, Liam had reminded me. If anything, the overwhelming emotion I’d experienced had been lust. Desire had erupted in me like a hot volcano. It was a heat that still needed to be tended to. “No, Quinn, you haven’t jeopardized us, not at all.”

“But, but, Ariane,” he said. “We did it, you know, we did have sex.”

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He slid his long, shower-fresh naked body into the bed beside mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and his cheek nestled on my chest just above my breasts. “I know you had sex,” I said, pressing a kiss to his damp hair. “I told you it was okay to.

But the thing is, Quinn, it was just sex, wasn’t it?” He nodded against my skin. “Yes, absolutely, just sex.”

“Good sex?” I asked.

“Yeah, good sex.” He wound his arm around my waist.

“But it’s still just sex. You’re not in love with her?”

“No, I’m not in love with her, and it was so different to when you and I are together.” He lifted his head and through the shadows his eyes glistened down at me.

“With you, Ariane, it goes so much deeper. I make love to you. I know sometimes we get a bit kinky, have a bit of fun, but it’s still making love. It’s showing you what’s in my heart with my body, with every nerve and fiber I possess.” I swallowed tightly as my heart ballooned with love.

“You’re my world, my everything,” he whispered onto my cheek.

I tilted my neck to kiss him and the next thing I knew he was over me, settling between my thighs and nudging at my entrance.

I caught my breath as his cock slid through my natural lube and filled me completely.

“Oh Quinn.” His pubic bone rubbed up against my needy clit. “Yes, oh, yes, you’re my everything too.”

“This is making love,” he whispered onto my mouth. “This isn’t what I did with her.”

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joined me and erupted inside me at the same time as I became a mass of pulsing, clawing ecstasy.

Afterward, we lay with our legs knotted and our arms wrapped around each other.

Quinn’s breathing quickly settled into sleep and as I held him in my arms I hatched a plan. I would look at Quinn’s liaison with Eve as a positive, as an opportunity to learn more about his desires. And I’d most certainly learned something. Yes, he loved making love to me in many different ways, but there was something else he needed. And I was going to give it to him.

First thing in the morning.

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When Quinn padded into the en suite at eight and yanked on the shower, I pinged open my eyes. I had to be fast. Showering, like everything Quinn did, was quick and efficient, even on a Sunday morning.

I dashed to the main bathroom, freshened up, then ducked into the enormous pine wardrobe in our bedroom and retrieved my long, leather boots. Slipping them on, I dragged up the zippers as I rummaged through my disorganized underwear drawer. I cursed when I found my black lace balcony bra but not the knickers. Oh, well, just the bra would have to do—he liked this one particularly.

The shower turned off. I heard the tap running. He wouldn’t shave, not on a Sunday, so I had even less time.

I reached up to the top of the wardrobe and in my heels found I could just reach the blue flowery hat box where we kept our collection of sex toys. Dropping it onto the bedside table, I turned and slammed my hands on my hips just as the en suite door clicked open.

“Good morning,” I said in a low, husky voice.

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Quinn halted and his brows lifted as he scanned my body. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “My turn with the boots, eh?” he asked, twitching one corner of his mouth and discarding the white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Wrong,” I said. “It’s my turn with you.” I reached into the box and pulled out the silver handcuffs, held them up like a prize before my face.

He stepped quickly over and went to take them from my hands. “Great way to start the day,” he said with a chuckle. “Get that sexy little body of yours lying down so I can feel those boots around my hips like Liam did.” I jerked away and frowned. “No,” I snapped.

His face tensed and his gaze captured mine. “What’s the matter?”

“Didn’t you hear me?” I asked stiffly. “It’s my turn with
you
, Quinn.
You
lie down.” He stared into my face, his lips parted as if about to speak but he said nothing.

“I mean it, Quinn, you want these boots wrapped around your body, lie down and let me play with you for once.” I lowered my voice. “You’re
my
husband, you’re
mine
to play with.” I swung the handcuffs backward and forward in front of his eyes. “So lie the hell down.”

He swallowed and a muscle in his cheek flexed.

“You do trust me?” I asked, twitching my brows.

“Of course,” he said, before his mouth tilted into a smile. “Just be gentle with me, okay?”

“What, like you are with me?” I thought of the paddle he liked to swing onto my butt until my skin was burning and red.

He must have thought of it too. “I guess not then,” he huffed, and climbed onto the bed.

The paddle wasn’t what I had in mind, but he didn’t need to know that.

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in the center of the wrought iron headboard. I reached for his right wrist and quickly clicked the ring into place with an efficiency that surprised even me.

He jerked his shoulders, testing the bind, and the sound of metal on metal sang around the bedroom. He looked up at me, a mixture of curiosity and desire on his face.

“Close your eyes,” I said, reaching into the box for a black velvet blindfold with long satin ribbons.

“I want to see you,” he said as I lowered it toward his face.

“But it’s not up to you, Quinn. It’s up to me.” I paused. “And I want you blindfolded so you’re not sure what’s going to happen next.” I rested the material over his eyes. “Lift.”

Without further complaint, he raised his neck and I secured the ribbon in a bow.

Once it was tight I stood by the bed and surveyed my unseeing prisoner.

I dragged in a shaky breath. Quinn vulnerable and at my mercy was a serious turn-on. He was so dominant in every aspect of his life, so single-minded and determined, eminent and respected, and to see him exposed and submissive had my body buzzing.

His upstretched arms revealed wispy underarm hair that appeared all the more coal-black against skin untouched by the sun. His chest was rising and falling steadily, his hyperextended torso revealing his lower ribs. His engorged cock jutted from his thick pubic hair, the bulbous head sitting above taut stomach muscles. His legs were slightly parted. Black hair spread from his thighs, over his knees to his shins and onto the tops of his long feet.

I licked my lips and resisted rubbing my hands together in glee. Oh, where to start.

I paused for a moment before climbing onto the bed and settling my bent knees on either side of his arms. With the tip of my finger I stroked my soft, feminine folds.

Pulled back the hood covering my clit, I leaned nearer so he’d get a waft of my heated, turned-on scent.

“Ariane,” he groaned.

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I held on to the headboard with one hand and dropped low. “Stick out your tongue,” I ordered, making sure my swollen clit was jutting within reach.

Immediately his tongue darted out. I sank a little more and pressed my clit to the pink tip.

He moaned in appreciation and lapped at it eagerly. I trembled and felt my spine weaken. The pressure increased as he circled my clit, ’round and ’round just the way I liked.

I braced my thighs and hovered. “Harder,” I said, “faster.” He upped the pace, licked and swirled, probed and sucked.

The explosion built—deep in my stomach, it grew and tightened. It wasn’t just what he was doing to me, it was the whole scenario. Quinn trapped beneath me, doing as I instructed.

Suddenly, and with hardly any warning, I took off, raced on to a high of quivering ecstasy. His tongue laved, his teeth nipped my delicate bud and his breath scorched my flesh. I pressed down, wanting more. My knuckles whitened and my pussy clenched around nothing.

As my short, hard climax faded I straightened my knees and looked down at his face, shiny and wet with my moisture. His tongue darted out again and his neck lifted as if searching for me.

“Ariane,” he gasped. “Let me lick you some more, you taste fucking awesome when you come.”

I lowered again and let him lap at my juice, but the stimulation was so great after the orgasm I could only tolerate it for a few seconds.

I climbed from the bed and looked into the hatbox. Studied the contents briefly, then plucked out a thin, cream vibrator with vertical ridges. Quinn had bought it for me to take on a trip to a London gallery a few months ago. He’d asked me to call him and use it that night but he’d been summoned into work so it had never gotten the use it 129

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should have. Now I had other ideas for it and quickly I rubbed a blob of lube onto the end.

Crawling back onto the bed, I pushed at his thighs, settled between his legs and dropped the vibrator onto the sheet by my breasts. His erection bobbed toward my face as I ran my hands up the warm inside of his thighs and cupped his balls. I massaged them gently, feeling their weight and the wrinkled, baby-soft skin as he groaned and twitched.

“You taste good when you come too, Quinn,” I murmured. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Yes,” he said quietly, then more forcefully, “Fuck yes, Ariane.” I gave a little laugh. “But of course, it’s not up to you, is it? I’ll decide when and how you come today, Quinn, because you’re mine to do with as I wish.” I delved my tongue over his slit and scooped up a silver drip of pre-cum balancing on the end.

He moaned and his legs spread wider as if inviting me in. I stretched my jaw and sank down, letting his silken shaft smooth over my tongue and his glossy head buff the back of my throat.

He stilled and his body tensed.

My fingers explored below his balls and traced the tiny ridge of skin between his sac and his anus, rubbing and smoothing back and forth over it. I dipped lower still and circled his darkest hole as I pulled my mouth back up his shaft.

Can I go through with my plan?

Yes.

Determinedly I sank my mouth back down, creating a hard suction as my fingertip increased the pressure against his anus. I glanced up. His face was squeezed into his upper arm and his teeth were bared. I suspected he’d stopped breathing as I touched him so intimately, so precisely.

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I removed my finger and he dragged in a long breath. Reaching for the vibrator, I sucked back up his shaft and as I laved my tongue against his thickest vein I positioned the tapered vibrator head at the center of his clenched hole. His knees twitched against my body, hard, as if involuntarily, and as I tongued the groove below his glans, I gently pushed the first inch into him.

A deep trembling moan shuddered from his chest and I tensed, wondering what his reaction was going to be. I’d never touched him there before.

“Jeez, Ariane,” he groaned. “What the fuck are you doing?” I released his shaft from my mouth and caught it in my palm. “You know the safewords,” I said, looking at the muscles on his stomach, tensed to a row of bricks.

“Yes, yes, I know the words.” His head twisted fast, frenzied and he pressed his face into the inside of his opposite arm. “I know the fucking words,” he snapped.

He didn’t say “strawberry jelly” so I edged the vibrator into him another inch. His arms yanked the cuffs and his body jerked. I took him back into my mouth, pulled the vibrator almost out then eased it back in, gaining even more entry into his hot darkness.