He padded into the room, looking totally comfortable in his nearly nothing bondage gear. I set my teeth into his skin and fought the urge to bite down, to draw blood. He nodded. I willed the warmth in my upper body to travel downward.
It was like fingers, fingers made of heat climbing up my skin, touching places Richard had very deliberately avoided. What? Trade me places. I looked at him. For that one smile, I'd have given him a lot more than just a dance.
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