Read Online Girl Gear 1: All Tied Up by Alison Kent - Free Book Online

eyelash. No tic in his jaw or fingers clenched on the chair arms, nor was there any other dead giveaway of a man holding his fierce lust in check. Then again, what was there for him to lust over?
    Wait a minute. What in the world was she saying? She had plenty to lust over. Yet she was thinking like…like a man instead of like a woman who knew size didn’t matter.
    Milk came in everything from gallon jugs to coffee cream thimbles. It was still milk. Just like the dimensions of the banana found in a man’s pocket mattered less than the way he peeled his fruit.
    The blinders on Leo’s eyes had to go.
    She took a step closer, and closer still, until her knees bumped into his. Bracketing his legs with hers, she scooted aboard the chair. Her knees sank into the cushions on either side of his hips. Her lap sank into his.
    The move put Peter Pan and Tinkerbell level with Leo’s eyes, though the perky little characters were safely covered by her shirt. “Anything else?”
    “Well, now that you mention it,” Leo began, his voice less Prince Charming and more husky frog, though he met her gaze directly, his intent as evident in his expression as it was beginning to be in his lap. “You can take off your shirt.”
    She knew she ought to probably put more effort intoresistance. But she was putty, soft and malleable, made for easy play. And for hours now, she’d wanted to feel the touch of his hands. “You first. Take off your tie.”
    He hesitated a nanosecond. Then he loosened the knot, slipped the strip of colored silk free from his collar. She reached for the tie at the same time she took hold of his free hand, and before he could prepare an argument, she started binding his wrists together.
    He studied her ongoing handiwork. “Bondage? This would be the dirty little secret you’ve never shared with your best friend? The one I need to find and mark off my list?”
    She pressed her lips together because she so wanted to blurt out that he’d just lost his edge, breaking the rules of the game like that, telling her point-blank one of the items he’d be working to discover.
    Instead, she concentrated on making another loop, another knot, totally ruining a designer accessory that had to have cost a small fortune.
    “Are you done?” he finally asked when there was only an inch or two of tie end left hanging.
    Pleased with the results of her efforts, and even more so with the progression of the game, Macy dropped his bound hands into his lap. “Just making sure you’re not tempted to get all hands-on here.”
    That she would kill to feel his hands on all parts of her body wasn’t the point. The point at this point was…She had absolutely no idea of anything except that she wanted to get naked with Leo Redding.
    “Macy?”
    At his softly spoken question, she met his gaze. “Yes, Leo?”
    “I’ve changed my mind. I’d rather you leave your shirt on.”
    He’d rather, would he? He’d seen enough of what wasn’t there to see, was that it? No, that wasn’t it. Because just as she’d started to reach defiantly for the hem of her shirt, she realized that was exactly what he wanted her to do.
    “You’re a sneaky one, aren’t you? Using reverse psychology on a psychology major won’t earn you any points, mister.”
    “I don’t need help earning my points. I’ll talk you out of anything I want to know.”
    “Is that so?” Ooh, he was so close to crossing the line to her bad side. “Then what’s with the shirt on, shirt off business if you’re not trying to sneak past my defenses and get a head start on your list?”
    “There’s a lot to be said for a man’s imagination.”
    “I thought men were from Mars. That you preferred relying on all those eyes you have instead of flexing your imagination.”
    Leo lifted his glasses, lowered them back into place. “I am using my eyes.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah. Not that I’ll stop you if you’re determined to lose your shirt.”
    Now she was battling confusion as