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plunging Bailey into fiery need. No matter how hard she tried to pry her eyes open, it wasn’t happening. Her hips moved of their own accord. Cool air skittered across her bare skin, hardening her nipples. Bailey’s fingers found the soft cords restraining her hands above her head. She tugged. They didn’t budge and neither did her eyelids. Her nether lips parted. The pressure on her clit increased. Bailey tried moving her knee. Even she wasn’t sure if she wanted to close her legs against her unknown lover or open them wider. The pleasure was overwhelming. Her legs wouldn’t move. Concentrating on rotating her ankles, she realized something similar to what bound her wrists also bound her feet.
    Warm lips closed around her clit, sucking. Her body betrayed her. Bailey writhed against the mouth eating her. There was no fear, only decadence. She wanted it. A moan rose in her throat. Her channel gave way for the tongue fucking her. A sliver of light appeared as Bailey pried her eyes open a hair. With a mental push, the room came into focus. It was her apartment. Yet it wasn’t. The walls were the same and most of the furnishings. Her bed was different. It was equipped for their type of play.
    Bailey’s gaze shifted to the woman kneeling between her knees. Her blonde hair fell across Bailey’s thighs, tickling her. Blue eyes, too light to be natural, met hers. The woman boldly dragged her tongue down Bailey’s slit, making her pant. The muscles in her stomach clenched as Bailey tightened her hold on the restraints. Lifting her hips, she ground against the woman’s mouth, seeking relief. Nothing mattered except release. She didn’t question who the woman was or how they’d come to be here. Bailey’s body was on fire. Her breasts ached. The woman’s tongue was magic.
    “Carmen has talent.” Bailey’s gaze shot to the opposite wall, seeking the owner of the quietly spoken words. Sol stood with his arms crossed, seemingly relaxed for someone who’d obviously been enjoying the show. Even still, Bailey’s lust didn’t relent. She was too far gone to back down and too close to the edge to care. “I can hear her thoughts,” he added, as if this was an everyday occurrence. His eyes fell closed and his chest expanded as if he was inhaling the woman’s emotions. “She thinks your pussy tastes like a cherry turnover. It’s taking every ounce of her willpower not to finger herself. Your obvious enjoyment has her soaking wet.”
    Sol’s voice and claim added fuel to the need clawing at her insides. As if sensing her craze, the tongue flicking across her clit increased in speed. Bailey gasped. It was right there. Her muscles tensed. Sol snapped his fingers. The woman disappeared. A cry of denial tore from Bailey’s throat. She squeezed her eyes closed against the loss. When they reopened, Sol stood over her. She never heard him move. His black eyes watched her, searing her soul.
    Bracing one knee on the mattress, he leaned in and captured her lips with his. God help her. She let it happen, incapable of stopping. There was lust and then there was whatever this was. She expected Sol to ravage her mouth, the way his stare promised. Instead, it was achingly sweet, forcing her to be the demanding one. She sucked on his tongue, tasting cinnamon and wanting… everything. His touch. Someone to fuck. The world.
    His palm felt like fire when it landed beneath her navel. Like a spring wound too tightly, Bailey came. The orgasm rocked her, ripping at her throat and making her muscles spasm. Sol’s breath hitched. She felt it against her tongue. His teeth sank into her bottom lip hard enough to taste blood. Another wave of ecstasy rolled through her. This time, when his tongue met hers, it was animalistic. The tangy flavor of copper mixed with the spicy heat of cinnamon.
    A roar rent the air, shaking the walls with its fury. Sol slowly pulled away as if the apartment wasn’t vibrating around them with the force of an earthquake.