My brows eased after that statement, and I broke eye contact with her, allowing my gaze to roam down her body, her neck, to the tattoo on her shoulder, her chest, her breasts under the beautiful lingerie, her stomach, her center over my torso, both knees on either side of me.
A body.
A woman.
Sex.
“Listen, it was important enough that I had to get you away from the ship, okay? And it wasn’t just you… All of Street, too, because there was something important and time-sensitive that I had to oversee, and I needed you guys away because—I needed Street away because they don’t know that part of me, and I needed you away because something else was going on, and there were people—”
“Did you get the tour pass from Kareem?”
She blinked at me, caught off guard. “Yes… I did, and it didn’t really take much convincing. Why are—”
“I am cuffed to your bed,” I said, my eyes lingering on her chest. “Completely yours to control. We made a bet. I lost. You won.” My gaze trailed up. “And now you have control.” I locked eyes with her. “Take your prize.”
A body.
A woman.
Sex.
Her mouth fell open and closed before she managed togather her words. “Oh… wow, you don’t—you don’t want to know why I—”
“You said you have receipts, correct?”
She frowned a little. “Yeah, but—”
“Then I will see them later,” I said. “But I want you now. Your choice of clothing is very distracting, so even if you chose to tell me anything now, I would not listen.”
She breathed in deeply, then exhaled. “You’re not angry? You don’t want to talk first?”
“We will later.”
She nodded, letting an appreciative smile fall to her lips as she sighed in relief, leaning down to kiss me.
I accepted it, kissing her back, her soft lips a familiar brush against mine.
When she pulled away, she looked at me with a softness in her eyes. “I appreciate your understanding. You don’t know how much I’ve been overthinking ways to tell you what happened and still have this time with you.”
“Hm.”
“Would you like me to uncuff—”
“No,” I cut in immediately, and she frowned as I quickly added, “please leave the cuffs on; I will tell you when I want them off.”
She shot me a sly smile. “So, youareinto kinky things, you big whore.”
“I am into whatever you are into… little slut,” I told her. “Just don’t go overboard.”
“No worries.” She grinned, bringing her lips to my ear. “You can trust me,” she whispered, kissing my cheek before getting off me and taking off her robe.
My eyes followed her movements, locked to her ass, her hips, her legs.
A body.
A woman.
Sex.
