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meet her. It added a different side to him.  A more human one.
    She
kissed again, pressing harder and his mouth finally gave way, allowing her
tongue to explore the recesses of his mouth. He didn’t respond. Just stood and
let her do all the work. The heat and moisture seemed to suck the air from her
lungs and she yearned for him to kiss her back but knew better than to try and
make him.
    Jett
pulled back abruptly, leaving her wavering. Then his hands came under her
buttocks and scooped her up easily. She ended up wrapped around him, her hands
tangled in his long hair, angled slightly above him. His strength startled her
even though she recognised how muscular he was. He held as if she weighed
nothing. She stared down at him for moment and a dangerous spark of something
alighted in his emerald eyes.
    “Kiss
me,” he commanded once more, his voice rough.
    She
lowered her mouth to his and this time he took hers in a fierce kiss. His
tongue invaded her mouth, taking everything from her. Grace rocked into his
body as an ache built between her legs. The muscled hardness of his stomach
provided little relief. He thrust his tongue into her mouth again and again as
his fingers pinched into her arse.
    The
world shifted and she realised he was walking her back toward the middle of the
room. With a hand under her head, the other still firmly around her bottom, he
lowered her down onto the glass coffee table, mouth still plundering hers. Her
mind whirled at the twin sensations of a warm body in front of her and cold
glass against her back.
    When
he drew back, he was panting and he came down to nip at her neck, sucking hard
at her skin, no doubt marking her. She writhed as he worked lower, coming
agonisingly close to the hard tips of her breasts. Grace yearned for the heat
of his mouth around them.
    But
he didn’t give into her obvious need. Instead he thrust himself up and reached
under the table. Drawing out some restraints, Grace now understood why his flat
didn’t look like a dungeon. He probably had bondage stuff cleverly hidden
everywhere.
    “Give
me your wrists.”
    A
throb of nervousness wound through her and she looked up into his intense
expression. As much as he turned her on, she still wasn’t sure she was prepared
for what he might do to her. She swallowed down the knot in her throat and held
out her shaking hands.
    Jett
placed a gentle kiss to the inside of each wrist before tying the restraints
firmly around them so that her hands were roped to the coffee table at either
side of her head. She scowled at the oddly tender moment. What a strange man he
was. So cold, so controlling, yet so sensitive to her moods. It was like he
knew she needed reassurance.
    “Don’t
be afraid,” he murmured.
    Grace
almost groaned. Could he read her mind? “I-I’m not.”
    “Yes,
you are.”
    He
moved back and wrapped a large hand around one ankle, binding it to the table
before doing the same to the other. She watched the flex of his arms, the way
the ink on his right arm moved with his muscles and wondered if she’d be able
to get to see all of it. There was no doubting that whatever happened tonight,
she still wanted to see Jett Olsen in all his glory.
    Jett’s
hand came to the waistband of her underwear and she instinctively bucked into
it, even as she trembled. He smirked, tracing a finger down to her cleft over
the fabric.
    “You’re
wet,” he stated.
    “Yes,”
she whispered. In spite of her fear, she couldn’t help it. Jett made her pussy
flood with arousal.
    “I’m
going to make you feel so good, Gracie. But I might also make you feel bad. Can
you handle that, darling?”
    “I…
yes, I think so.” She could. It would be worth it. She’d do anything for her
daughter. And now she suspected she’d do anything for Jett. It was kind of
worrying.
    He
nodded with satisfaction and curled his fingers over her the waist of her
knickers. With a rip, the material dug into her thighs and then was gone,
thrown the same way