“Awake?”
As my eyes fluttered open, a dull ache pulsed through my body, mirrored by the sated rumble in the man beside me. Nate’s voice, rich with satisfaction, was a stark reminder of last night’s fervor. Red ropes, shackles, an array of teasing toys, and a wardrobe brimming with provocative costumes—our passion had unraveled them all. Had Mira’s scheme not ignited Nate’s primal desire, I might never have discovered the arsenal of bedroom delights he’d stashed in this house.
A flicker of irritation sparked within me. How had I moved in without inspecting the place, tossing out these intimate trappings? If I had, I wouldn’t be in this state—ravished, my body a canvas of pleasure and exhaustion.
Nate didn’t mind my silence, ignoring his tender, love-laden greeting. Guilt shadowed his gaz
