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           Ifeelhimagainstthelengthofmybody.Hewantsme,andthisdoesstrange,deliciousthingstomyinsides.NotKateinherlittlebikinis,notoneofthefifteen,notevilMrs.Robinson.Me.Thisbeautifulmanwantsme.MyinnergoddessglowssobrightshecouldlightupPortland.Hestopskissingme,andopeningmyeyes,Ifindhimgazingdownatme.

           “Trustme?”hebreathes.

           Inod,wide-eyed,myheartbouncingoffmyribs,mybloodthunderingthroughmybody.

           Hereachesdown,andfromhispantspocket,hetakesouthissilver-graysilktie…thatsilver-graywoventiethatleavessmallimpressionsofitsweaveonmyskin.Hemovessoquickly,sittingastridemeashefastensmywriststogether,butthistime,hetiestheotherendofthetietooneofthespokesofmywhiteironheadboard.Hepullsatmybinding,checkingit’ssecure.I’mnotgoinganywhere.I’mtied,literally,tomybed,andI’msoaroused.

           Heslidesoffmeandstandsbesidethebed,staringdownatme,hiseyesdarkwithwant.Hislookistriumphantmixedwithrelief.

           “That’sbetter,”hemurmurs,andsmilesawicked,knowingsmile.Hebendsandstartsundoingoneofmysneakers.Ohno…no…myfeet.No.I’vejustbeenrunning.

           “No,”Iprotest,tryingtokickhimoff.

           Hestops.

           “Ifyoustruggle,I’lltieyourfeet,too.Ifyoumakeanoise,Anastasia,Iwillgagyou.Keepquiet.Katherineisprobablyoutsidelisteningrightnow.”

           Gagme!Kate!Ishutup.

           Heremovesmyshoesandmysocksefficientlyandslowlypeelsoffmysweatpants.