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She lifted the lid and her breath caught. The black lace lingerie lay inside, all delicate and expensive. The type of lace you
have to handle like it has a heartbeat.
Her fingers hovered over it. “Reese… it’s beautiful p>
“Try the panties,” I said, voice smooth. “There’s something special about them p>
She picked up the lace panties, running the fabric through her fingers. It was almost innocent–almost. Then her fingertips
brushed the small, soft bulge sewn into the inner lining, nearly invisible to the eye. And she froze.
Her eyes flicked to mine–large, wide, trembling with something dangerously close to worship. “It has … ” She swallowed. “A
vibrator p>
“Mhm.” I held up the remote. The small, gold, perfectly polished thing resembled a fob. “Very discreet. Very silent. Very
controlled p>
Her lips parted. A shiver traveled visibly through her. But still, she liked it. Her body was shaking with excitement.
I smiled like I was letting her in on a secret. “It’s designed for confident women who don’t mind carrying pleasure with
them,” I explained softly. “Confident women like you, darling p>
I didn’t tell her the real purpose. I didn’t have to. But she already wanted to wear it.
“Reese … ” she whispered, voice all breathy and hopeful. “Why… why would you give me this? ”
There it was. The question she didn’t understand she was begging me to answer. I leaned forward, one hand lifting to her
jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip.
I kept my voice low. “Because you want to be the woman I think about,” I murmured. “Even when you’re not with me.
Don’t you? ”
Her eyes fluttered. She nodded. Small. Helpless.
“Say it,” I coaxed.
“Yes, ” she breathed. “I want that. I want you to think about me. All the time p>
God, she made this easy.
I dragged my thumb along her lip, slow enough to feel her pulse jump. “Then wear it,” I said. “Anytime you want me to
think about you, wear it. And my mind will always be on you. Then you’ll feel me, between your legs, my sweet p>
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Her breath hitched. Not from embarrassment. No. From thrill. From euphoria. “You want me to wear it while I’m working p>
she whispered her lewd fantasy.
“Not want.” I corrected softly. “I need you to p>
Her thighs pressed together under the sheet. She didn’t even realize she did it.
I let my voice drop even lower. “You’ll be sitting there,” I murmured, “confident, brilliant, working. And I’ll be the only one
who knows what you have on underneath. The only one who knows you’re all mine p>
Her eyes darkened. That word–mine–always lands differently depending on who hears it. For Penelope? It was scripture.
“I…” She licked her lips. “I’ll do it p>
Of course she would. “Good girl,” I said.
She trembled as her eyes dropped to my lips. Then, just as she reached to kiss me–because that’s what she always does,
she always reaches–I leaned back slightly and let her mouth meet air instead of me.
Control.
Her breath stuttered. “Reese…?” she whispered.
I just smiled. “I’ll see you, sweetheart,” I said, sliding from the bed and fixing my pants like I had places to be. Which I
did. “My mind will be all about you, Penny p>
She watched me like I was oxygen and fire and salvation all at once. I didn’t kiss her goodbye. I didn’t need to. She already thought the gift meant I cared. She already thought the lingerie meant intimacy. She already thought the sex was about
emotions. She already thought the vibrator was about pleasure.
She had no idea it was a leash.
A leash Roman and I would be tugging tomorrow. After all, Penelope insulted Savannah. And no one gets away with
insulting the woman carrying the future of the Blackwood name.
No one.
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.