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waiting for him to do the same. I wanted him to undress me, to remove my clothes piece by piece, but he didn’t, couldn’t.
    “I wish you’d give it up,” he said.
    “I can’t afford to.”
    He didn’t say any more because we’d had this discussion before. I wouldn’t give anything up. He was in New York for six months, tops. We were temporary, and I tried not to forget that.
    We unzipped and took off our shoes and pants at the same time. He smiled when I straightened. “Take off your bra,” he said softly. “Show me your breasts.”
    I unclipped, and let the straps slide down my arms, hesitating before I let the garment slip. I turned and threw it over the chair, not just for neatness, but to show off my back, and to tease him a little longer. If he weren’t standing on the other side of the bed, I couldn’t do that. My hands would be free and he’d back off.
    Turning back, I cupped my breasts, and lifted them, so he could see.
    He wet his lips. “Touch your nipples. Pinch them.”
    I did as he asked. Pleasure streaked through me, instant and fleeting.
    “You’re so pretty, Cassie. So beautiful.”
    I glared at him. “Not beautiful.”
    “Yes you are.”
    Although I didn’t believe him, I bathed in his compliment. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”
    “I know.” He said it sadly. Yes, of course he knew, he’d built a career on his looks.
    But he brightened when I added, “And the sexiest.”
    “And I’m yours, Cassie. Believe it or not, I am completely yours.”
    That sounded so good, but I daren’t believe it, daren’t let myself wallow in the knowledge. I had to keep hold of myself, and know when I was getting out of my depth. When he went back to Hollywood, or wherever he was going when this play finished, then he’d leave and I’d be on my own again.
    I didn’t comment, but tucked my thumbs into each side of my panties and slid them off. My breasts hung down, giving him a grandstand view. When I straightened, I opened my legs a little.
    Troy groaned. “Honey,” he whispered.
    I climbed on the bed and took the shackles from where he’d tossed them on to the mattress. I clamped them around my ankles first, securing them to the wooden rails at the bottom of the bed. That meant I had to spread my legs wide. I fastened the bracelets around my wrists, and then clicked one around the rails above my head. I lay ready for him. “You’ll have to do the other one.” My voice sounded loud in the hush.
    Troy stripped off his underwear hastily and opened the nightstand, coming out with a strip of small packets. He ripped one free and opened it, sliding the protection over his cock. The women who had told the media about him hadn’t lied—Troy was built on generous lines and everything was in proportion. Wide shoulders, broad chest, narrow hips and big cock. His gaze flicked to mine, and he watched me lick my lips when I gazed at him. I wanted to touch it, to hold it and suck it, but none of those things was possible, because I would have to initiate it, I would have to touch him.
    He straddled me, and swiped his fingers along my crease, collecting the juices I had made. “So wet,” he murmured before he brought them to his mouth. I gasped, my breath faster now.
    When he did it again, he slid two fingers inside me, pressing against my G-Spot. I had gripped the upper rail so tight my fingers were hurting and my short nails dug into my palm.
    “Steady, baby,” he said. The remaining handcuff clicked around the rail and I was cuffed, completely at his mercy. If I let myself out of the shackles, everything stopped. He’d told me that. But until I did, he would pleasure us both and drive me mad.
    “I can tell you whatever I want to now you’re helpless,” he said. “I think you’re beautiful. I love touching you.” He smoothed his hand along my skin from my thighs to my throat. He circled his hand around my neck. “Delicate, like a piece of pottery.” He smiled. “Or