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She didn’t want him to hear her wild heartbeat. To cover her fluster, she asked, “Did Renee really throw herself on Jetson? Won’t that scar him for life?”
She had heard of Jetson before-James’s closest friend.
He was said to be completely hopeless when it came to love. At twenty-six, he hadn’t even dated.
For a lifelong bachelor like him, being suddenly grabbed like that must have been terrifying.
James thought for a moment, then answered honestly, “Yes. He was badly shaken. But he’ll never side with Renee again.”
Lily pictured Jetson screaming and panicking, and felt a little sympathy.
She was about to say more when James’s grip on her foot suddenly tightened. His voice rasped, Jow and rough, “Lily…”
Her small body jolted. Why did his voice sound so strange-just from washing her feet?
It wasn’t that James couldn’t hold back. It was that her feet were too delicate, too soft, too perfect.
Small and pale, her toenails neatly rounded with a faint pink sheen, her feet were simply beautiful.
He had meant to be serious. But as he touched the silky skin and watched the white-pink shimmer under the water, heat rose in him uncontrollably.
He gently dried her feet, then hurried the basin into the bathroom.
But before Lily could tuck her legs back on the bed, he was already striding back, gripping her ankle.
His hand was already warm. Now, holding her, it felt scorching.
And as his palm trembled on her ankle, the heat climbed higher.
“You… you just touched my feet. Don’t… don’t touch everywhere else!”
She wasn’t rejecting him. She just thought it was strange-his hand moving from her feet to her body.
“I washed my hands,” he said without pausing. “Lily, let me hold you…”
Lily, “…”
Hold her? Who held like this-with lips already pressing down?
Remembering how he kissed until she could barely breathe, and how he’d been at Renee’s earlier, Lily decided to punish him.
“No kissing! If you ever go to another woman’s house again, for any reason, you can’t kiss me when you come back!”
“…. Alright.”
When she felt him pull back from her lips, she secretly sighed in relief.
Tonight, he was being unusually easy to handle. She could finally sleep without worrying about swollen lips.
But her relief lasted all of three seconds before his low, husky voice rumbled again.
“I won’t kiss you. Tonight, you kiss me.”
Force, after all, worked both ways. What difference did it make?
Lily felt he was getting more and more shameless.
But then she thought of how he usually kissed her until she went weak and breathless. A spark of defiance lit in her. She wanted to turn the tables.
She would kiss him until he went soft and helpless.
She glared at him fiercely, her aura suddenly towering. “Fine. Tonight I’ll kiss you. But only me. I’ll kiss however I want, and you can’t move your lips.”
Thinking further, she added, “And your hands can’t wander either!”
Worried he wouldn’t keep his word, her eyes darted toward the bedside drawer. She pulled out a pretty ribbon and tied his hands firmly behind his back.
Lily admired the perfect bow she’d made, pleased with her handiwork.
Then she snapped, “Tonight, you have to do exactly what I say. If you don’t obey, I won’t untie you!”
James’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard, his eyes darkening until they looked bottomless.
He drew a deep breath and answered hoarsely, “Mm.”
Lily was busy admiring the bow she’d tied and didn’t notice the hunger flashing through his eyes.
She was pleased with his obedience. Good. Since he’d agreed to obey her tonight, she could act like a little queen and do as she pleased.
Tonight she would reclaim every ounce of face she’d lost-and make him beg.
Gloating, she straddled him.
“James, close your eyes.”
His long lashes fluttered; his muscles tensed, but he complied and closed them. Seeing him so compliant, Lily prowled arrogantly closer, ready to kiss him hard and show who was in charge.
Before her lips could reach his, she felt a sharp press against her-something that made her ears flush crimson.
She hadn’t even started, and he’d already…so shameless.
Gritting her teeth, she snapped, “James, you’re pressing against me-move away!”
James… didn’t move.
She felt it: not only did he refuse to withdraw, he’d grown bolder. He was goading her, and she vowed to teach him a lesson.
Lifting her chin with defiant pride, she shifted her body and hooked her arms around his neck, then planted a fierce kiss on him.
Her sudden motion made him emit a low, stifled groan.
Lily assumed she had him where she wanted-she kissed harder, savoring the small victory. Tonight she would kiss him breathless, make him powerless.
“Don’t move. Don’t open your mouth.”
She ordered him again, then kissed him deeper and fiercer.
James wanted to move. But because she had taken the initiative, he bit back the impulse to break free of the ribbon and seize her waist, to crush her with a kiss. He clenched his control and shut his eyes, trying to calm himself.
Still, the heat spreading through him betrayed his restraint.
Lily felt the blaze in his body-muscles taut, a tremor she could feel beneath her. She assumed her force had simply overwhelmed him; she felt triumphant.
She resolved to press the advantage.
She bit his lip, then, mischievous and bold, nipped at the tempting hollow of his throat.
James’s lips pressed thin, veins standing out on the back of his hands. He felt like a living volcano on the verge of eruption.
Lily didn’t sense the danger. Instead, she grew bolder.
His hands had been indiscreet on her many times before, softening her to a puddle. Tonight she would be the one in command-so why should her hands be tame?
“Who told you to open your eyes? Close them!”
Finding he had somehow opened them, she slapped a hand over his eyes. One hand wasn’t enough for everything she wanted to do, though-she pulled the other back and pushed his collar open.
Her gaze dropped, and she saw the sight that always tempted her: his chest-sculpted, taut, the lines of muscle strong and compelling. Not bulky or gaudy, but defined, powerful, utterly masculine.
Bound though he was, his strength made him all the more hers to tease.
She couldn’t resist. She pinched his jaw with a wicked smile, then let both small, eager hands slide down to grope his chest.
Next came his abs.
“Lily, don’t-“James’s voice grazed the edge of panic.
He felt like a heap of dry tinder-and her touch the spark. Wherever her hands passed, wood flamed; the tiny lights spread until the whole mountain burned. He was losing control.
Her audacity only grew when he stammered. She’d warned him before not to grope her without consent-and he never listened. So why should she heed him now?
She intensified her touch, deliberately pressing lower.