Page 106 of Blissful Devotion

“Fuck, those are nice,” Des says as I set her foot back on the ground and reach for her other leg.

I sneak a glance back up at Kat and find her admiring them with a smile on her face. My cock throbs at the same time my heart starts beating double time.

I’ve never been so damn turned on and had my heart feel so full at the same time.

After Natasha, I didn’t think I’d ever find anyone I wanted to share this part of me with again. I was sure I would only ever get to know the joy of ropes for the art of it.

I’m so happy I was wrong, not only about that but about Kat.

Finishing off the tie, I slowly set her foot to the floor, already missing the contact, but it only lasts a moment.

“How does it look?” She turns, her smile contagious as I look up at her, still on my knees. From here I can see why Nathan calls her his queen.

She should be worshiped, and if she’ll let me, that’s exactly what I intend to do for the rest of our lives.

“You look fucking delicious,” Desmond says, his voice nearly a growl. “Emphasis on the fucking.”

Kat laughs, the sound so beautiful.

“Do people fuck in these, or are they just for looks?”

I’m lost, staring up into her eyes for a moment as I attempt to swallow past the lump in my throat that feels as though it’s choking me.

No way, she just asked that, right?

“Oli?” Her brows pull together in concern as she leans down, her soft palm cupping my face, her thumb soothing over my cheekbone and calming me instantly.

Well, calming my mind. I’m almost certain my cock will forever be hard after this.

“Lots of people fuck in the ropes.” The words fall out before I can think about how they might sound.

My eyes snap open to look up at her, and I don’t even know when they closed, but that doesn’t matter.

“I haven’t, and we don’t have to. I’m just happy you were willing to let me show you, to share this moment with me.”

My words catch, and I cringe at how lame that must sound, but it’s true.

Kat’s eyes move to something behind me, and when her lips pull up in a smirk, I know it’s Des.

“What do you think, Des? Should we fuck in the ropes?”

My head snaps around to look at him, ready to beg him to say yes, but I don’t need to. He’s nodding, palming his erection through his jeans, his eyes on fire as he shamelessly devours every inch of her.

“If he doesn’t, I’m going to…” He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and makes a show of licking his lips. “Fuck, I might have to, even if he does. I never understood his thing for ropes before, but I think my eyes have been opened.”

“What do you say, Oli? Would you like to fuck me like this?”

Is that even a question?

I push to stand, her gaze holding mine as I tower over her.

I’d fucked her in the store because I didn’t stop to think about it, and that seemed to have worked out just fine.

Reaching out, I grab her wrist and pull her to me before I lean in and seal our lips together, kissing her until we’re breathless and her lips are swollen, and even then I struggle to pull away.

“Fuck, why is this so hot?” Des hisses, and I can’t help but smile as an idea starts to form.

With my fingers still wrapped around her wrist, I pull her across the room to stand before Des, whose eyes light up.