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along with the satin ribbons. He’d untied her wrists and even managed to shuck out of his shorts without unseating himself from her body. She smiled wryly. Konrad Drummond was a man of many talents.
    “Don’t get up too quickly. Take some deep breaths.” Gently he pushed her back down. His crooked smile mirrored hers, crinkling the corners of those shockingly blue eyes. “I was afraid you’d snooze all afternoon, and then what would I do?” His hips pumped, a lazy thrust that brought her fully awake. “It’s not my style to fuck an unconscious woman.”
    “As opposed to fucking a woman into unconsciousness.” Darla looped her arms around his sinewy neck. “Why do I suspect that isn’t a first for you?”
    He grinned at the compliment, then some of the humor faded as he studied her.
    “You want to know if I regret it,” she said, toying with the damp curls at his nape. “You want to know if I’m going to burst into tears and accuse you of taking advantage.”
    After a moment he said, “Something like that.”
    “The answer is no.” Darla ran her hand down his chest, lightly furred and layered with muscle. She brushed her fingertips over his nipple and felt his response deep inside. “Don’t ask me why not. I’d rather not think about all that that right now.”
    All that being Brian and their upcoming marriage. She loved Brian. At least that’s what she’d told herself, and him, these past months as they’d booked the hall and sent out the invitations. The flowers were ordered, the music booked. Last weekend his sister Annie, a wonderful girl whom Darla had asked to be her maid of honor, had thrown Darla one hell of a bridal shower.
    “Then don’t think about it. Think about this.” Kon slid his arms around her, pulling her up and pressing his mouth to hers.
    Darla had never been kissed like this, like he couldn’t get enough of her, like kissing mattered . She tasted a bit of herself on his lips, and it went to her head like an aphrodisiac. Kon’s hips rocked, and she matched his rhythm, mewling into his mouth as her arousal grew. He knew just how to move, how to tease her clitoris with every stroke, and nudge that magic spot within her, over and over.
    Kon wrapped her legs around his hips and rose to his feet in one smooth motion. He held her ass, lifting and lowering her on his stiff cock, his eyes burning into hers the whole time. The muscles of his shoulders and arms bunched, but his movements remained fluid and controlled. He had the build of a dedicated athlete—obviously he didn’t spend all his time cooped up in the studio.
    He strolled off the backdrop and past the detritus of his studio, hammering her steadily without breaking stride. She knew he was close to coming, could see the effort he expended to delay it. Meanwhile her own pleasure spiraled with each ramrod thrust. She clutched him shamelessly, gouging his shoulders with her nails, breathlessly seeking release.
    He paused by a pegboard. “Grab that.”
    She looked at the object he indicated, a coil of thin brown rope. A needle of apprehension jabbed her. “What are you going to do with—?”
    “I said grab it.” His fingers tightened on her butt, and she realized his authoritarian attitude hadn’t changed simply because the photo session had morphed into an all-out fuck-fest. He still expected...how had he expressed it? Complete compliance. Which sounded dangerously close to the O word—obedience. One part of Darla rebelled against the very suggestion she obey him. Another part experienced a thrill of arousal. It was that part that won the internal battle.
    She reached out and lifted the rope off its hook. It was heavier than she’d expected, and she saw now it wasn’t one piece but several substantial lengths of pliable brown cord. Kon returned to the front of the studio and instructed Darla to deposit the rope on top of the stepladder, which she did.
    Up to this point, he’d demonstrated remarkable self-control,