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lip. Plaid pajama bottoms hung low on slim hips. He stopped at the foot of the bed. “I took the morning off.”
    “Really now?” Naked, she leaned back on her elbows. He wanted to play--she would give as good as she got. She held his stare and spread her legs. “Are you ill?”
    His gaze quickly dipped, “I heard you loud and clear yesterday, pretty girl. You wanted time, you got it.” He pressed his lips to the cup.
    “How long do you plan on keeping me tied up?”
    “As long as I want.” Kieran stalked to the side of the bed and set his beverage down on the nightstand. He sat and turned to face her. “Can you take it?”
    She could handle anything he dished out. “I’m not giving in.”
    “You’ve said that before.” He skimmed his knuckles up her arm. She didn’t like the gleam in his eyes. Kieran tweaked her nipple. “Let’s see how long it takes to make you scream this morning.”
    Her heartbeat sped up and her breath hitched. This was their game and sweet heaven above how she missed playing with him. She’d never trusted a man like she trusted Kieran. He could make her body sing and she would feel the effects of his loving for days. She’d been attracted to Kieran from their initial meeting when he called out in a half-full courtroom that he’d represent her in her court case. He’d ambled down the aisle as if he was taking a stroll in the park then demanded a continuance.
    In his suit with his hair slicked back, he gave the impression of an established trial attorney. He’d accomplished something none of her other lawyers had even tried to do given the evidence against her. Kieran got her off with probation. When she was released from county lock-up he was waiting for her. He brought her to the bar, dropped the keys in her hand and told her she had an apartment upstairs.
    She took what he offered and never looked back. It didn’t take long to figure out Kieran wasn’t what he seemed. With his brothers, sipping Irish whiskey and playing cards, he ran his crew with an iron fist. If he wanted someone dead, folks disappeared. He might joke with his siblings but she’d never witnessed any true show of affection with anyone else. From the moment she accepted the keys to Irish, she was part of his crew, and before long she was issuing orders on his behalf.
    A faint buzz drew her from her memories. She glanced over at Kieran to see past the width of his back. “What are you up to?”
    He peered over his shoulder at her. “Blindfold?”
    “Seriously?” Excitement skidded along her nerves.
    “Safe word.” He shrugged.
    “On the tip of my tongue, lover boy.” She giggled. Anyone else would have been lost in their conversation but she understood him to the point she could finish his sentences.
    He rose and sunk his fingers into the waistband of his sleepers. “We haven’t gotten started yet. Close your eyes.”
    Trust, and mutual understanding. That’s what their relationship was based on. They both had their demons, and they respected them enough to leave them be. She shut her lids.
    One at a time her restraints tautened, stretching her arms and legs and partially lifting her up. She gripped the smooth cord and swallowed. The mattress dipped on her side.
    Kieran traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. “Ten minutes.”
    Rica turned her head in the direction of his voice. “Go for it.”
    “When I win?” He cupped her jaw, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
    “You already have me--what more do you want?” She was going to lose but damn if she would admit it out loud.
    “True.”
    Kieran trailed his tongue down her throat and along her collarbone. She yanked on her bindings. The urge to comb her fingers through his hair was overwhelming. Her buds tightened into erect points and her clit throbbed.
    Caressing one breast he sucked the rigid tip of the other between his lips, rolling it across his tongue. She squirmed, the sheets rumpled around her body. The light buzzing sound