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have a couple of workshops next week, so yes, Sunday. Joslyn and Andrew are staying another week to do some crazy stuff like zip-lining and going down in shark cages, so it’s just us, your parents, I guess, and Haven’s parents.”
    “We’re probably on the same flight. Maybe it’s not too late to switch seats so we can sit together.”
    Her eyes widened. He didn’t know why he’d said it.
    “Sure, we can check,” she said, hesitation in her voice.
    She was probably wondering, like he was, why he was extending this beyond the agreed-upon limit. But hell, she’d gotten under his skin in only a matter of days. He was pretty sure this wasn’t just rebound, just loneliness, that made him want a deeper connection.
    But he didn’t want to think about it right now. Instead he hopped off the bed and went to his suitcase. “I believe,” he said, “You made me a promise.”

     
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    The snick of the handcuffs over his head sounded very final. Ian craned his head to see his hands shackled to the headboard—one corner of it, the only place they could fit. The metal was loose but still the strain of having his arms stretched above his head was unfamiliar. Now Bailey stood beside the bed, her fingers at the edge of her top. She’s already stripped off his, though he still wore his shorts.
    “Remember the chocolate last night?”
    “Yeah,” he said through a suddenly dry mouth.
    “This is payback.”
    She leaned over the clock radio and adjusted until she found a song she liked, one with a strong beat, one he didn’t recognize, from the Seventies or something. She tucked her hair behind her ears and began to swivel her hips, not quite in a hula, but—Christ, she was going to strip for him. Even though he’d seen her naked every day this week, had kissed every inch of her, the idea made him hard. Her glance at his groin and her knowing smile told him she knew, and she began to unbutton her blouse, from bottom to top, spreading the fabric over her breasts, full in another one of those lace bras that only served to make him crazy. She turned her back and looked over her shoulder at him as she slowly dropped the blouse down her arms, then tossed it on his naked belly. She faced him again as she pushed the straps of her bra down. He couldn’t take his eyes off her nipples, pushing against the lace, begging for his tongue. All the blood rushed to his cock, straining against the fabric of his shorts. He wanted to ask her to free him, but she seemed to enjoy having this control, so he’d give it to her. Her bra followed her shirt, the lace soft against his suddenly sensitive skin.
    “God, Bailey,” he choked.
    She smiled and shook her hair forward, so it flowed over her breasts, her nipples peeking through, so fucking hot. She glided her palms down her stomach and she unfastened her pants, letting them fall to the ground, turning as she stepped out of them. She wiggled her ass in her tiny panties, right at his face. His hands snapped against the handcuffs. Christ, he could see how wet she was, could smell her. Suddenly he couldn’t hear the music anymore, just the throb of his own hunger for her. Then, with her back still to him, she peeled off the panties, presenting him with that pretty pussy, close enough to taste.
    She pivoted to look at him, focusing on the tent in his pants. Then she knelt on the bed, and thank God, had pity on him. Her hands shook a little as she unbuttoned his shorts, drew down the zipper, deliberately brushing the back of her hand over his erection. His body went as tight as a bowstring.
    “Don’t tease too much. You might be sorry,” he said through gritted teeth.
    She only laughed and dragged his shorts and boxers down his legs. Now they were both naked. This was much better. She lowered her head to kiss the inside of his knee, her hair falling forward over his thighs.
    “Shit.” He squeezed his eyes shut and worked out the flight schedule in his head, anything to