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  “What are you thinking about?”

  She was certain her embarrassment was written all over her face. And yet the pang of embarrassment was accompanied by a jolt of excitement, because for the first time in her life she was thinking about making that particular fantasy come true.

  “Hayden?”

  He stopped stroking and she almost cried out in disappointment. “No, keep doing that,” she murmured, meeting his eyes again.

  “Not until you tell me what’s on your mind.”

  “I…you’ll probably think it’s silly.”

  “Try me.”

  She couldn’t believe she was considering confessing her deepest, darkest fantasy to a man she’d known less than a week when she’d never raised the subject around guys she’d dated for months. That in itself said a lot.

  Try him.

  She swallowed and got to her feet. Eyeing her expectantly, Brody let go of his shaft and leaned his head against both hands, waiting. “Well?” he prompted.

  “Promise not to laugh?”

  “I won’t laugh. Scout’s honor.” He held up his fingers in a sign that she was fairly certain did not belong to the Boy Scouts, but, hell, at least he’d promised.

  She took a breath, held it, then released it at the same time she blurted out the words. “I’ve always wanted to tie a man to my bed.”

  He laughed softly.

  “Hey!” Heat seared her cheeks. “You promised.”

  “I’m not laughing at the request,” he said quickly. “You just took me by surprise.”

  Relief washed over her, dimming her humiliation. “You’re not freaked?”

  “Nope. I’m too turned-on to be freaked.”

  Her focus dropped to his groin, which confirmed his admission. He was thick and hard, a sight that caused every last drop of hesitation and embarrassment to drain from her body like water from a tub. That spot between her legs began to ache, pushing her to action.

  “Keep your arms just like that,” she ordered, drifting toward the walk-in closet. She grabbed what she needed from the top drawer of the built-in dresser and sauntered over to the bed.

  Brody looked at the sheer panty hose in her hands and he grinned. “No fuzzy pink handcuffs?”

  “Sorry, I left them in California.”

  “Pity.”

  Laughing, she looped the panty hose around his wrists, brushing her fingers over the calluses on his palm. His hands were so strong, fingers long and tapered. A thrill shot through her as she tied those sturdy hands to the headboard. That he let her do it, without moving, without complaining, only deepened the thrill.

  She liked it, this feeling of control, something she’d never really felt in the bedroom before. She was all about control when it came to her life, her job, her goals. But sex? Not so much.

  With Brody, she was discovering a part of herself she’d denied for a long time. That first night when she’d propositioned him, then letting him touch her in a public bar, now tying him up to her bed—how on earth had he managed to unleash this passionate side of her?

  “So what now?” he said hoarsely. “How does this bondage fantasy of yours play out?”

  “Well, the fantasy includes some payback actually.” She made sure his hands were secure, then straddled him, still fully clothed. “You tortured me last night, Brody.”

  “You seemed to enjoy it,” he teased.

  “But you enjoyed it, too, didn’t you? You loved having that control over me, driving me wild with your fingers and knowing I wasn’t going to fight it.” She arched one slim eyebrow. “It’s my turn.”

  He tested the bindings. The headboard shook. “I could easily get out of this position, you know.”

  “But you won’t.”

  “You sound sure of that.”

  She bent down and pressed a kiss to his jaw, then licked her way to his earlobe and bit it. He shuddered, his cock jutting against her pelvis. “You’re dying for it,” she mocked.

  A crooked smile stretched across his mouth. “Do people out on the West Coast know how deliciously evil you are, Hayden?”

  “They don’t have a clue,” she said with a self-deprecating sigh.

  He threw his head back and laughed. The desire and awe dancing in his eyes sent a wave of confidence rushing through her. Brody made her feel that she could do anything she wanted, be anyone she wanted, confess to any naughty longing she wanted, and he wouldn’t judge her.

  “Well, it’s your turn, as you said,” Brody told her. “Let’s see what you’ve got. I warn you, I don’t lose control easily.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  She pressed both palms to his chest, relishing the hard feel of him, running her fingers through the light sprinkling of hair covering his golden skin. Dipping her head, she traced his collarbone with her tongue.

  Brody chuckled. “You can do better than that.”

  She narrowed her eyes. Was he really convinced he could stay in control? Arrogant man! She’d just have to show him, wouldn’t she?

  Not rising to his bait, she bent down and covered one flat nipple with her mouth.

  He drew in a breath.

  She ran her tongue down his chest, scraping her nails along his skin. He tasted like heaven—salty, spicy, masculine—and the hair leading to his groin tickled her lips as she kissed her way south. Her mouth finally reached his erection, but she made no move to wrap her lips around it. Instead she gently flicked her tongue against his tip then blew a stream of air over the moisture she’d left there.

  Brody jerked and let out a soft curse.

  “Everything okay?” she asked politely, lifting her head just in time to see the arousal creasing his rugged features.

  “Is that all you’ve got?” he groaned.

  “On the contrary.” She licked her lips and sent him a heavy-lidded look. “I’m just getting started.”

  Oh, boy, there was nothing more empowering than driving a man as manly as Brody Croft into sheer and total orgasmic oblivion. Flames of arousal and satisfaction licked through Hayden’s body as she circled the tip of Brody’s cock with her tongue, savoring the taste of him.

  Curling her fingers around his shaft, she licked him again, then sucked him into her mouth, trying not to smile when he released a low moan of pleasure. God, why hadn’t she done this before? She wanted to berate herself for everything she’d been missing.

  In the back of her mind a little voice suggested that perhaps she’d never admitted this fantasy because she hadn’t found the right man to admit it to, but she forced the voice and its unsettling implications out of her brain. No more thinking. She didn’t want to analyze anything about this.

  She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, and when she reached one hand down to cup his balls, he shuddered and grew even harder. Her mind was spinning from the incredible feel of him against her lips.

  Lightly stroking his rock-hard thigh, she kissed his sensitive underside, then pumped him with her hand while she took him deep in her mouth again.

  “You’re evil,” he wheezed out.

  She lifted her head. “What happened to the master of control?”

  “He didn’t stand a chance.”

  She laughed. With one final kiss to his tip, she moved up to straddle him. She could feel the heat of his naked body searing through her clothing, making her pants feel like a tight, hot nuisance. But she didn’t undress. Not yet.

  Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his and deepened the kiss. He made a frustrated sound and yet again tugged at the bindings constricting his hands. He was right—one forceful tug and the knots would come apart—but he continued lying there at her mercy. His biceps flexed as he tested the knots again. He let out a soft curse.

  “Damn it, Hayden, I need to touch you.”

  “Touch? Nope, sorry.”

  She lifted her tank top over her head and threw it aside, baring her breasts. “But I’ll let you taste.” Bending closer, she offered him a sampling, and drew in a breath when he captu