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This is Owain, I told it. This might not mean what you think it means.

This is Owain, my dick fired back. So I’m going to get hard regardless.

I couldn’t argue with that logic.

Sometimes my dick was smart.

I leaned back against the broken bedpost, mirroring Owain’s posture. “You know, closing the door does nothing for privacy around here.”

“I know, but it’s polite so people who don’t want to see don’t just float in.”

My eyebrow winged up. “And what are they about to float into, love?”

I watched him rub those gorgeous thighs together, the hem of his shorts digging into the bountiful skin that tempted me every day to lick and bite around them.

“What you did out there was…so hot,” Owain said, hands still twitching behind him on the door like he was slightly nervous.

“What I did?” My mouth went a bit dry.

“The way you took charge. Kept all of us safe. And then listened to what I wanted. Made it so I could get it, even if you don’t agree. I…”

“You thought that was hot, love? Because I’ve got a lot more giving you everything you want where that came from.”

“I want to do something for you,” he said.

Can I hope now? my dick asked.

Not yet. We’ve been here before. Wait for the punchline—he always means something else.

“You don’t have to do anything for me.” I sat down on the bed and leaned back on my hands to try and ease him. “But I won’t say no either. Have you prepared a pamphlet for me?”

Owain tilted his head, brows creasing. “A pamphlet,” he said, like I was the weird one.

“A show, then?”

He brightened, and by that I mean his cheeks went bright pink. “How did you know?”

I smiled in satisfaction. “I think I have a handle on you about now, love.”

Owain reached into his back pocket and pulled out two lengths of rope.

My confident smile dropped into a O of shock that only widened as Owain bridged the distance between us with his own renewed confidence and pushed me up the bed with sure movements.

I could only follow his instructions, staring at the side of his face as he took one of my wrists and tied it to a bedpost, then repeated the process with the other.

“Comfortable?” he asked in a sweet tone when he was done, sitting back on his heels demurely with his dark eyes shining behind his glasses.

I rescinded my earlier opinion.

“I do not have a handle on you at all.”

Owain picked at the collar of my thermal tank. “Is that a bad thing?”

I looked at one arm and then the other, tugging experimentally. The ties didn’t budge and my dick gave an excited jolt. I met his gaze again. “Definitely a good thing.”

A smile bloomed across Owain’s lips. “Stay right there.”

He slithered down the bed, his arse turned towards me.