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She leaned forward, placing a finger over his lips.

“But I need you,” she said simply. “And I think you need me enough to agree to this.”

Agree to what?

Colette stooped to grab a bag he hadn’t heard her place on the floor. Reaching in, she pulled out a handful of black restraints.

Landon’s shoulders tightened, and his gaze jerked up to hers.

“If you don’t want this, I understand. And if we do it, it wouldn’t change anything.”

“You’re going to tie me to the bed and…fuck me?” There was no way that’s what she was implying.

“Yes.”

Holy fuck.

Landon blinked, wondering if he was still asleep and this was an intensely vivid dream.

“Andrei offered?—”

“No.” He swung his legs off the bed, holding the sheet over his lap with one fist. The idea of another man, especially Andrei with his dark kinks, touching her made Landon’s heart race.

She danced back a step, out of grabbing distance. “No?”

“No. You’re mine.”

Ah fuck. Why had he said that? He could see her face more clearly now.

Relief crossed her features at his words.

Then her expression shifted, a mask of cool amusement hiding her true feelings. “I’m yours because it’s your job to protect me?”

“Fuck that,” he snarled. Landon was never at his best when he first woke up, and right now he wasn’t measuring and evaluating his words. He was speaking from his gut. From his heart. “You’re mine because you just fucking are.”

He knew that sounded stupid. It didn’t even make sense. She was going to laugh in his face and walk out of here.

Instead, she took a step towards him, holding up the restraints. “Then will you let me touch you?”

He didn’t like not being in control, not being able to move. But when their gazes met, he could see she needed this, almost as much as he did.

With a silent nod he scooted into the middle of the bed and lay down. The sense of unreality growing. The last time he’d seen her she’d told him to fuck off and never touch her again after throwing a plug at his head and her collar at his feet.

Now, he stretched his arms towards the posts at the top of the bed, waiting to be restrained.

Colette carefully latched a black strap restraint to the bedpost, then slipped it over his fist.

These were simple loop restraints that depended on the restrainee’s willing participation. The loop went around the wrist and then the person being restrained held onto the strap, their hold adding the tension that kept it in place. If Landon wanted out, all he had to do was slip his hand free.

He grabbed the strap, holding tight as she circled the bed to restrain his other wrist.

Colette stepped back, eyeing him. The blanket covered him up to his waist, but his cock enjoyed the way she was looking him over, and the sheet tented above his crotch.

“You’ve seen me mostly naked, and then all naked. You’ve touched every part of me,” she murmured.

“Not all,” he rumbled. The one thing he hadn’t done was sink his fingers deep in her pussy. He’d touched her folds, her clit, but he’d been saving being inside her.

Colette inhaled at his words and swayed closer to the bed.