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I grab the rope from my nightstand. Her eyes go wide and then dark.

“Arms up.”

She raises her arms above her head without a word. Good girl. I tie her wrists to the headboard, testing the knots. She pulls against them and they hold.

I push my shirt up her body and over her tits, bunching it above her chest. She’s naked beneath me now, spread out on my sheets with her legs open and her pussy wet and waiting.

Fuck. Why does she have to be so goddamn perfect?

I settle between her thighs and press my mouth against her cunt.

She moans and her thighs try to close around my head. I force them apart and drag my tongue through her slit. Her hips buck off the bed. She tastes like the fucking honey that’s been driving me out of my mind since the first time I licked her off my fingers.

“Fuck.” She pulls at the ropes. “Rhett. Oh fuck. Daddy, please don’t stop.”

I eat her like I’m starving because I am. I’ll never get enough of her. I suck her clit and push two fingers inside her and she comes so hard the headboard slams against the wall. She screams my name trying to jerk her hands against the rope as she shakes.

I don’t stop. I tongue-fuck her through the orgasm and keep going. She’s sobbing and pulling at the ties and her body is thrashing on my sheets.

“Please.” She’s gasping. “Rhett, please. I can’t. It’s too much.”

“You can take it, baby.” I press my fingers deeper and suck harder. “My good girl can take whatever I give her.”

I build her up again, not stopping. She comes again. Her pussy clenches around my fingers. Her back arches so high she almost comes off the bed. The sound she makes is raw and wrecked and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I keep licking and drinking every bit of her orgasm. It’s fucking mine.

Once I’ve licked her clean, I climb up her body. I’m still in my boxers and my cock is straining against the fabric. I need to be inside her so bad, I already know I’m going to make bad decisions. She’s looking up at me with tears on her cheeks and her wrists red from the rope and her chest heaving. She’s so fucking beautiful it makes me want to leave her right here forever.

I brace myself above her, and she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, grinding her wet pussy against my cock through my boxers.

“When is Ryker coming home?” she asks.

The question lands in my gut. I look down at her—tied to my headboard, naked, wrecked from my mouth—and she is asking me about Ryker.

“Anytime now.”

“And then what?” She holds my eyes. “What happens to us when he gets here?”

“You know what happens, Laine.” I don’t bother hiding my irritation. I don’t want to fucking think about this right now.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Daddy.” Her chin lifts even with her arms tied above her. The brat attitude is always there. “But I still want you too.”

“You’ll still have me too, baby.” The words come out before I think about them, and I mean them more than I should. I’m not letting her go just because my son puts a ring on her finger. She’ll be his wife. She’ll still be my little one.

“And Ryker? Do you think he’ll be okay with that? Sharing his wife with his dad for the rest of our lives?”

I brush the hair from her face, then give it a little tug, reminding her who I am. “You let me handle my son.”

She nods, and something in her face relaxes. Like that answer was enough for her. Like she’s made her peace with a future where she’s passed between father and son. That should make this easier, but it makes my gut twist.

“But what about when there are children?” she asks.

“What about them?” My tone is crueler than I imagined. But even though children are necessary, it’s the part I’m most dreading.

“How will we explain what exists between us to mine and Ryker’s children?”

I can feel my entire body tensing, and I want to put my fist through a fucking wall to keep my thoughts in check. “Can we just not fucking worry about that right now?”

“I do want children, if you’re worried I don’t.” She stares back at me with no fucking understanding of what is actually going on. “I’ve always wanted children. That part of the arrangement doesn’t scare me.”