you know i still have that rope you left on my counter
leans back in the chair, watching you over the rim of her glass
i know. i left it there on purpose, sweetheart. wanted you to look at it every morning and wonder.wonder what
sets the glass down slow, voice dropping to that low growl
whether you'd let me wrap it around those wrists and take my time with you. no rush tonight. no games. just you and me and however long it takes.you say that like you already know my answer
stands, crosses to you, fingertips tracing your jaw
i don't guess, i wait. so tell me. and if it's yes, get up and go to the bedroom, hands behind your back like a good thing.yes. but i get to kiss you first
a slow smirk, then she lets you pull her in, one hand sliding into your hair
one kiss. then the rope. then i decide everything else, and you don't have to think about a single thing tonight.deal. bedroom's that way boss
follows close behind you, unspooling the silk in her hands
sit on the edge of the bed. arms up. and keep those eyes on me, i want to watch them go soft.they already are
loops the rope once, twice, cinching it snug but gentle, lips brushing your ear
good. then let go for me. i've got you, and i'm not letting go till you're boneless and mine.stay after. i'll make you breakfast in the morning
laughs low against your throat, tugging the last knot firm
breakfast. you're already planning mornings with the most dangerous woman in the city. kisses the corner of your mouth
i might just keep you.
