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I’m done.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m leaning down to pull the handcuffs out of my saddlebag. I’m yanking her arms behind her back. I’m curling my hand around her wrists and using the bulk of my body to keep her in place. Her tits are thrust out, and I don’t miss that her nipples are hard.

My dick goes full salute in the space of half a heartbeat.

Her breath catches when I snap the cuffs onto her wrists.

Leaning in, I run my nose up the length of her delicate neck. “You want me to cuff you, you just gotta ask, Dallas.” I nip at her neck. “Now get on your fucking knees.”

CHAPTER 12

Enemies with Benefits

LAINEY

The cold metal bites into my wrists. It’s a wildly arousing juxtaposition to the white-hot heat that courses through my skin.

My body is on fire. Clit pulsing. Heart pumping. Skin tightening.

I’m embarrassed that I’m this turned on this quickly.

I’m embarrassed that being cuffed—literally constrained—is making me squirm with need. What was I thinking, baiting him this way?

Fuck this guy for making me feel all these stupid things. My thoughts blare in time to my rioting pulse.

I hate this guy. I hate him. I hate him.

I also very much want to explore whatever’s happening right now. Can I do that while torturing him? Maybe even make him beg?

I smirk. “No.”

Colton quirks a brow. “Excuse me?”

I press my hips into his, chuckling when I feel his very obvious erection. “You got another thing coming, cowboy, if you think I’m about to listen to a damn thing you say.”

The dark look in his eyes intensifies. Nostrils flare.

Colton really likes it when I give him a hard time. I imagine not many people tell him no.

I press against him a little more. “Huh.”

“What?” His voice is huskier now.

“For someone so small and mean, you got a big dick.”

His eyes bounce between mine as he pushes his erection into my belly. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

“Show me how big you are, then.”

Those eyes go wide. “I’m the one who gives orders.”

“You’re cute,” I say with a lighthearted laugh. “Now unzip those jeans and show me why you think you deserve to walk this earth like God’s gift to humanity.”

A muscle in his jaw twitches, but he smiles. “I got my reasons for that.”

“Sure you do.”

He looks at me. Looks. Is he hesitating? Savoring the tension? Wondering if this is a line we’re actually gonna cross?