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“I—” His teeth scrape the tender flesh.Oh fuck.“I love it! Please—”

“Please what?” His mouth abandons my breast, trailing lower. Over ribs. Down my trembling abdomen. His tongue dips into my navel. “Use your words.”

“Please make me submit,” I beg, shameless. “In all ways.”

He pulls back suddenly and his eyes flash. Predatory, pleased. “All ways?”

I nod quickly.

He gets up, and reaches into his nightstand.Thesnickof a hidden drawer. Silk whispers through the air,pure liquid nightin his hands. A blindfold I’ve never seen.

“Trust me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer.

I pull away. “Wait!”

He pauses.

I remove my bracelet and set it on the nightstand. The signal we’ve used before. Permission without words. Then I look at him. “Okay.”

The silk blindfold settles over my eyes, plunging me into velvety darkness. Instantly, the world narrows again.

Hisworld.

Marco’s breath ghosts over my collarbone, warm and steady, and the weight of his hands anchors me to the bed. I’m trembling, but not from fear. From anticipation. From the delicious, terrifyingyesof it all.

Professional boundaries who?

His knuckles brush my ribcage. Then his voice cuts through the silence, low and commanding. “Hands above your head. Keep them there.”

I obey, wrists pressed to the headboard, and feel him tie silk knots around my wrists.

The restraint feels like surrender.

And safety.

His fingers trace my inner arm, worshipful and slow, mapping every inch of skin as if I’m a relic he’s rediscovered.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, the praise spooling more and more heat low in my belly. “Every part of you, Jess. Perfect incarnate.”

He kisses the hollow of my throat, then lower, branding my sternum.

“Tell me if you need to stop,” he murmursagainst my ear.

“I will,” I mutter shakily.

“Good girl.”

My pussy involuntarily clenches.

Oh God those two words should not do what they do to me.

His mouth finds my left nipple, and I arch into his touch, a whimper escaping before I can bite it back.

“Shh,” he soothes, but there’s steel beneath the velvet. “Wait.”

Wait.

Again?