49. Consent
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My cheeks turn pink as some interesting images flash across my head. Let’s ignore that I indeed put words in his mouth.
“You can’t do that.” My voice falters in embarrassment as I try to answer him.
“If you comply. I won’t,” he says as he casually removes his sweat soaked t-shirt.
What? Why is he…
Perplexed, I retreat a step while he takes one towards me.
“Do you like being tied, Riley?” He asks as his amused blue eyes linger at me.
I shake my head in denial as my gaze swims across his chest. His toned muscles glistening with sweat can make any woman blush. Desire makes its way to my core as I imagine what it would feel like to be held down by his strong arms. There is so much he is hiding underneath his clothes.
He chuckles and passes me, making his way inside
