Page 104 of Blissful Devotion

The bathroom door closes before either of us can question her. I look at Oli, but he just shrugs.

Weird.

“Do you think she’s second-guessing this? I don’t want her to feel forced. Even if she never wanted this, I’d still love her…”

Oliver trails off as the bathroom door opens, or maybe I just don’t hear anything else he says.

“Holy fuck…” Words fail me as I look at the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

And to think she’s mine, ours.

I’d thought the lingerie would look good, but I wasn’t ready for how good.

It’s perfect, hugging her every curve and pushing up her tits enough that they nearly spill out over the top, and those garters…

Fuck, I might have died and gone to heaven.

I’m almost positive I'm drooling as she makes her way toward us with a confidence I’m not used to seeing shining in her eyes as she looks between us, and goddamn it, I didn’t think she could get sexier.

“Is this better?”

“Better for what?” Oliver asks, and if I’m drooling, he’s a fucking puddle on the floor. Either way, it’s a great question.

What were we even talking about?

Kat chuckles; the sound makes my heart race, and I’m about two seconds away from reaching for her.

“For you to tie me up.” Thankfully, she speaks before I move, reminding me this is for Oliver, or mostly for him.

No way in fuck I’m leaving now.

We put on a show by the bonfire for him, which means he owes me and I’m cashing in.

For a second I worry she’s broken him; hell, she nearly broke me, so I can’t say I’d blame him.

Oliver’s eyes flick down her body before they snap back up to her face, and I see the change, the hunger that takes over as he takes control.

“On the bed,” he tells her, his voice low and thick, and I’m not the least bit surprised when she jumps to follow his order.

I’ve seen firsthand how receptive she is; it's intoxicating.

Oliver grabs the bag as she climbs up onto the center of the bed. He dumps it at the foot of the bed as I pull his chair over from the desk and take a prime seat on the side of the bed.

We both watch as Oliver organizes his ropes; he has so many, different colors, thicknesses, and types.

I didn’t even know there were that many variations; I never really cared, but now thinking of them on Kat, I wonder if he could use some more.

“We’ll start with something simple, pretty.”

Kat’s gaze snaps up to Oliver, and I wonder how Oliver ever thought she might not want him when she looks at him like that.

“Give you a chance to try it. If you hate it, we don’t have to do it again.” I hear the tinge of sadness in his voice at the thought, but I know what he said earlier was true; even without this, he would love her.

He’s just as head over heels as the rest of us and has been for far longer than I think he realizes.

“And if I don’t hate it?” Kat asks, no doubt hearing the same thing I did.

Oliver picks up a green bundle of rope and lets it fall free to the floor, the other end in his hand. It thumps on the ground, and I find myself far too excited for some damn rope.