After a moment’s hesitation, she picked up the tie pin and popped off the cap.
Her beautiful eyes stared at the sharp needlepoint. She narrowed her eyes, then turned to look at the man on the bed, sweeping him from head to toe… weighing which spot would be best to strike.
His arm?
His thigh?
The top of his foot? No, what if he ends up limping?
Besides, all of those areas were under the covers—she’d have to lift the blanket, roll up his sleeve or pant leg… That felt more than a little perverse.
In the end, her gaze settled on the only spot exposed besides his face and neck—his hand.
She bent down and gently lifted his hand.
She picked one of the long, elegant fingers—his index—and held it in place, bringing the needle in her other hand slowly closer to the pad of his fingertip...
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