He picks me up and throws me down on the bed, crushing me with a kiss. He yanks my jeans off in one move, then unhooks my bra. In seconds, I’m nearly naked, laying in front of him on the bed.
“I fantasized about this, too.” Dom takes my wrists in one hand and then uses his tie to secure them to the headboard. He binds me loosely, as if he’s asking permission and giving me an easy out all in one swoop. I’m glad. I’ve never been tied up before, but already, it’s making me weak with desire. “My Juliet, totally at my mercy.”
His hand slides over my breasts and down my belly, teasing me until his fingers finally slip beneath the waist of my panties.
“Spread your legs, Juliet.”
I do, arching my back, wanting him to touch me.
“Good girl. So good.”
He leans over me, his lips closing over my nipple as his fingers delve into my panties. My eyes roll back from the burst of sensation that shoots through me. His fingertips graze against my clit, but it’s not enough. Spreading my legs wider, I whimper a little. Still, Dom torments me: stroking softly over my clit, skimming over my aching pussy, but never touching hard enough; deep enough.
I’m going crazy here. I want him inside me when I come, want to feel his body on mine, his taste in my mouth.
“Don’t go slow,” I beg, wound to breaking point. “Don’t tease. Please, just fuck me.”
He moves to the other nipple and pulls it between his teeth. “Maybe I want to tease you.”
He breathes a laugh and drops kisses down my body. He’s not going to give me what I want. But he’s going to give me everything I need.
Dominic yanks my panties down and settles between my thighs. I start to close my eyes, but I want to watch him. My hands are bound, I can’t touch him, but I can see.
He dips into my tight, slick opening, slowly sinking his finger inside me.
“God, yes,” I moan.
He parts me, his breath so hot against my damp skin as he moves closer. My body is quivering with anticipation, my clit begging for his touch. I open my eyes—
And let out a scream.
There’s a man standing behind Dom, lounging in the doorway with his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face.
“Dom!” I slam my thighs together, almost crushing him. He turns. For a split second, he freezes—shocked like me—before pulling back.
“What the hell!” His voice rings out in anger. He grabs the comforter and throws it over my naked body.
“Please, don’t stop on my account.” The man saunters over to the bed. “I was rather enjoying the view.”
I yank free from the restraints and clutch the bedcovers to me. I recognize him: he’s the guy who was flirting with me at the front desk the other day!
Dominic points to the door. “Get the fuck out, Xander.”
I realize who this intruder must be. Alexander, Dominic’s wandering, playboy, yacht-racing brother.
“Bad timing, big brother?” Xander’s eyes fall to me, his mouth curving into a cocky smirk. “Well, maybe for her. Sorry, love.”
Oh God. Humiliation slams through me. How long was he watching us?
Dominic shoves Xander back. “Out. Now.”
He hustles Xander out of the room. I quickly grab my clothes from the floor and pull them back on as fast as I can. Shit. Shit!
When I nervously edge into the living room, the brothers are in the middle of a heated conversation.
“What are you doing here?” Dominic’s voice is low, threatening.