Chapter Twenty-Six

A sixth sense is telling me that a man who can electrify me with his words alone is not one to trifle with. But it’s not only his words that excite me and cause my blood to sizzle. His touch is skilled and laced with the promise of sexier things to come.

And I suspect this time, there’s no holding back.

Sure enough, he unravels from me and yanks off his tie, which he promptly whips around to the front of me. He folds it lengthwise and brings it up to my mouth. The standard reaction here is for me to gape in shock. That’s what I do—and it’s precisely what he’s expecting.

Holy shit, he’s actually going to gag me!

Well, not “going to.” He does.

He eases the material into my mouth and secures it at the back of my head. He turns me to face him, checks his handiwork to make sure it’s not too tight, yet worthy of muffling more of my imminent screams.

I’m a little incensed… And a lot turned on.

Him taking charge in this manner shouldn’t arouse me to such an unbearable degree, but that is unde