“Focus on my hands, not on the restraints.” She pressed her lips to his left nipple and tongued the tiny peak. “Focus on my mouth. Focus on what I’m doing to you.” Ah, Christ. She repeated that lips and tongue thing on his other nipple and relaxing wasn’t something he was capable of doing, but he did focus on the jolt of desire that shot from his chest to his groin.
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