She’d touched him before, plenty of times, but when it was all said and done, she’d spent more time with her hands tied than not, so having the chance to savor him was not one she wanted to miss. Her skin sizzled with anticipation, with the thrill of having access to his body like this. He set her down and unzipped her dress, then freed her breasts from her bra, leaving on only her shoes. His eyes blazed darkly, shining with intense desire as he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. She looped her arms around his waist and looked up at him. When he stood up, she was still seeing stars, her body dizzy and drunk on his touch. She loved the momentary taste of freedom, the gift as he’d called it, but she also loved being bound to him. It was one of the rare times he’d done that without binding her up at some point. She gasped, half surprised but all thrilled that he gave her free rein to touch his hair, to hold on hard, to dig her nails into his head the entire time he licked and kissed her until she came apart in his mouth. When they reached her home, he pushed her against the wall, fell to his knees, and wrapped her hands in his hair. “You have a gift for me?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. I want to show you how much it means to me that you met them.”

“My thank you for being so amazing with my family,” he said. Summer crowds of tourists thronged past them, cameras around necks, sneakers on feet, towering plastic drink holders in hand. He stopped in his tracks there on the Strip.

Unzipped by Lauren Blakely