“Holy shit, I’m done,” I say to myself.
“You finished it?” Oakley’s voice draws my attention. He’s sitting on the couch, reading one of my books, and I think I fall in love with him right in this moment.
“Yeah,” I breathe out.
Relief like I’ve never felt takes over my body, and I slump into the chair. Tipping my head back, I exhale as I hear Oakley moving.
When I feel his hands on my jaw, I open my eyes and see pride in his.
“You are fucking phenomenal,” he says softly.
“That was the hardest book I’ve ever written, and I’m so damn proud of it.” I start tearing up because it’s been such an emotional roller coaster and it might just be the best book I’ve ever written.
“I’m so proud of you, and I can’t wait to read it.” The sincerity in his voice damn near breaks me. It’s incredible to have this support from someone who isn’t family.
“Take me to bed, James.” His words, his actions over the past few days come crashing over me, and it feels like I need him right this second or I’ll … just cease to exist.
“Gladly.” Kissing me hard before his hands move to my ass, he picks me up out of the chair as he stands up, our lips still connected. I grip his too-long hair, controlling the kiss while I can because if I know him, and I think I do, I won’t be able to use my hands in a minute.
When he tosses me onto his bed, I bounce a little before he walks to the closet and grabs something. When he turns around, a line of rope is in his hands, causing my legs to clench together. We’ve never used actual rope, always just what we could find on hand, and I’m more excited about this than I thought I’d be.
“You ready for this?” His voice is deep and hoarse.
“Oh, hell yes.” I squirm on the bed.
His wicked grin turns me on more than the prospect of being tied up.
“Hands up, Trouble.”
“Yes, sir,” I snark.
He arches an eyebrow at me, just waiting for me to do as I’m told.
I throw my hands up before he starts stalking over to me, tossing the rope and a couple of condoms on the bed, and I mirror his arched eyebrow.
“You’ve worked hard. I’m going to make sure you are completely boneless by the time I’m done with you. If that takes a couple of rounds, so be it.”
“Jesus, you’re sexy,” I whisper.
His hands grip the bottom of his shirt I’m wearing and slide it up my body. “I like you in my clothes, although, I like you naked better. This will do when I’m not fucking you.”
“Oh, now there’s a dress code?” I giggle.
“There can be. It’ll go both ways, Will, don’t worry.” He winks, and I can only smile at him.
This banter, this playfulness while still being so serious is the absolute best. It shuts my brain off, my only focus on him and what he’s going to do to me next. I love it.
Next, he drags the boxers off of me before pulling my leg up and trailing kisses from ankle to thigh.
Gently putting my leg back on the bed, he moves to pick up the rope, undoing it from the neat bundle he stored it in.
“Are you okay if I use rope? I bought it after we first got together. You’re the first I’m using it with, and it’s bamboo, so it’s super high quality and should have low friction,” he quickly explains.
I love how thoughtful he is about it all. I would have let him tie me up with anything, but it’s nice to know he’s really thought everything through.
“Very much okay with it,” I say quickly. Later, when my entire body isn’t solely focused on getting an orgasm, I’ll ask him about his affinity for tying up hands.
“I’m going to make a sort of handcuff, and if at any time you hate it or it doesn’t feel good, just tell me.”
