“I need you,” he gritted out. “I fucking need you so much.”

Then his hands were on her backside, and he yanked her up on her feet. Her hands remained bound on the chair, so she was bent at the waist. He positioned himself between her legs, and dragged the head of his cock through her wetness, drawing another cry from deep inside her chest. She flattened her back, lifting up her ass, giving him all the access he’d need.

But then his palm came down hard on her rear, sending a sting through her from the surprise.

“Ow,” she cried out.

“You know you loved it,” he said, as he bent over the chair and untied her from the slats. He kept her wrists bound together, and picked her up, carrying her to the bed a few feet away. He gently laid her down on her back, then lifted her arms above her head, rearranging her on the bed into the pose she’d been in at the auction house.

She didn’t wait for directions from him. She knew what she wanted. Him inside her. She spread her legs.

“Oh fuck, Casey. You can’t do that to me,” he said as he stared at her hot center.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not taking you like that yet. I’m saving that,” he said, then promptly flipped her over onto her stomach in one swift move. She started to prop herself up on elbows and knees, figuring he wanted her on all fours.

But instead, he gently pressed his hand on her lower back pushing her down. “This is how I want you,” he murmured.

He climbed over her, pressing his thumbs on the inside of her thighs, opening her up again. Bound, flat on her belly, legs spread, she was his for the taking. He covered her with his strong body. His skin was hot, and the soft hair on his chest tickled her spine. His erection was nestled between her cheeks, and for a second, maybe more, she wondered if he might go there, and claim her ass. She wasn’t sure if she wanted that. Maybe someday, but not yet. She was about to voice her protest when she felt him guiding his cock lower, away from her ass, teasing her heat with the tip.

“Please,” she said, so eager to have him fill her. She longed desperately for penetration, for that glorious moment when he buried himself all the way in her.

“Please what?”

“Please, Nate. I need you inside me. I’m dying to feel you.”

He wrapped an arm around her chest, one hand cupping her breast, rubbing her hard nipple. “God, Casey. You are my weakness. I can’t deny you a fucking thing. You say one word and I give it to you.”

He sank into her, and she soared. She flew. She rocketed into a whole new dimension of bliss and sensual joy as he stroked into her.

Their sounds mingled—their sighs, and moans and pants collided in some kind of sinfully sexy melody of coming togetherness. He moved inside her, taking long, luxurious strokes as his fingertips grazed her nipples, and he held her tight, imprisoning her with his body.