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noise of his approach, and opened the door. They both froze. She had the electric dildo buried in her cunt. He could see her moisture glisten around it and on her inner thighs. Her other hand held her breast, plumping and squeezing the hard tip between thumb and finger. Beautiful.  
    She turned the toy off and began to slide it free before he spoke. “Don’t stop, baby. You started this.”
    He looked around the room and used his weak telekinetic ability to turn the vibrator back on, while moving a small chair from the corner to the side of the bed so he could sit and watch. It was a game they used to play. She would get herself worked up as he watched, knowing how it turned him on, knowing he’d only let her go so far alone.  
    But she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and gave a slight shake of her head.  
    “Mallory.” He couldn’t let her stop. Couldn’t let her retreat. He leaned forward and trailed his fingers from the inside of her knee to her thigh. “Don’t you want this? Me? It kills me, waking up every night missing you and thinking maybe you’re out there too, missing me. Waiting.”  
    Her body shuddered and she flicked the vibe off, tossed it away. He could see the fire she was so attuned to in her eyes.  
    “This is just sex, Zach,” she whispered, and he wanted to deny it.  
    Wanted to rant and plead and make her see the truth, but he knew he’d given up that right. Knew he’d have to earn it back. He slid over to the bed, spreading her thighs as he settled between them.  
    “Then let me make it memorable,” he whispered, dipping his head between her legs to take in her sweet, seductive taste.  
    It was like returning from a desert exile to a garden oasis. He felt the bond between them—one that he’d tried so hard to starve and wrestle into submission—begin to knit back together. She cried out with the shock, but instead of trying to get away gripped his shoulders and attempted to pull him up.  
    “Damn it, Zach. Don’t make me wait. Fuck me.”  
    He was oh-so-tempted to give in to her demand, but he had a lot of nights to make up for. He refused to treat this, her, like it meant nothing. Like it was meaningless and no more than just scratching an itch. She was everything. So he ignored her protest and focused on bringing her pleasure. She didn’t give up, though, and tugged on his shoulders again. He lifted his head.  
    “Stop that. I’m not done here.”
    She gave him a pleading look that was damned hard to resist, and when he did, she rocked her hips. “Zach,” she whispered. “Don’t tease.”
    Again she tried to pull him up. Ordering her to be still wasn’t working. It was time to go to the next stage. He leaned over her, dropped a quick kiss against her lips and whispered. “Where are the handcuffs?”
    She sucked in a startled breath. “What handcuffs?”
    He laughed. He’d caught a glimpse of them on her belt back in his lab. “You know which ones.”
    She bit her bottom lip, gave him a look that was part apprehension, part anticipation. Finally, she sighed. “I won’t rush you.”
    “No, you won’t.” He trailed his fingertips down the center of her body, to the curls that hid her clit. She shivered. “Handcuffs, belt, scarves…I’m not picky about what I use, but I’m using something, baby.”
    He was cupping her sex and she couldn’t have hid her response if she tried. Her rush of desire washed over his mind. He’d always tried to temper his dominant urges before. Now he suspected he hadn’t needed to.
    “Top dresser drawer. There are scarves in there.”
    He retrieved them and returned before she could get out another word, had both her wrists secured to the headboard before she could frame a protest. But a careful search of her face, then her mind assured him she was totally on board. He moved to her ankles next. She was splayed out before him minutes later, a gorgeous, sexy-as-hell offering. He laid his hand on the back of her knee