I don't know how long he had me tied to that bed. And in truth, I didn't give a damn. The man was a god and a devil all wrapped into one insatiable package. Tristan made good on his every promise. Giving me hours of pleasure. And torment.

His hands moved down my thighs in languorous, expert strokes and my every sense leapt at his touch.

"You have incredible legs, Ms. Pierce," he murmured against my thigh. Those hands continued their slow journey to my calves, his fingers working and kneading into the muscles until they were loose and liquid.

"And gorgeous feet," he added. I'd never given my thought to my feet, I'd realized, nor did I know it was possible for them to be a source of such tremendous...satisfaction until Tristan took them into his hands. Strong fingers ran along my arches, working up towards the ball of my foot in delicious little circles that had me twisting in delight.

Those fingers of his worked from each of my toes, down to my heel and each new sensation washed through me, dissolving any tension and lingering inhibitions. When his tongue worked back along the path of his hands, I barely managed to contain my moan.

His fingers parted me, and I clenched my jaw to keep from calling out against the cunning strokes of one hand between my wet lips and working the sensitive spot with the fingers of the other. Before long my voice sobbed out, begging him to touch me harder. To end this maddening onslaught of feeling.

He'd bring me right to the edge, right to that thrilling, dangerous edge, then pull back only to push me there again, like the tide rolling in on the shore, each time drawing closer. Closer.

"Do you like that?" his voice panted low and seductive in my ear while rhythmically probing me with his fingers. And just as my breath quickened, he withdrew his hand and I groaned hugely.

"No, don't stop." I looked up at him pleading, as he lifted that hand, fingers glistening with my passion and sucked his long finger into his mouth.

"Delicious." He lowered his mouth to my ear, his hands unfastening the knots at my wrists. "You're so ready for me. I can hardly wait to be inside of you, Laura. This time I want you on top of me, grinding your hips. I want to watch you rise over me, to see that rush as you come apart in my arms."

"Yes," I moaned, locking myself around him. It felt so good to have my hands free, gliding over his body at long last. I never knew that touch alone, and the lack of it, could be so erotic.

"First," he said, biting the side of my jaw. "I want to show you something." Tristan moved from the bed, held out a hand for me to take and led me to where the large bronzed mirror was perched.

Tristan positioned me before that long length of reflective glass, his mouth brushing the side of my ear. Every inch of me quivered with hunger.

"I want you to see what I see. How beautiful you are. Desirable." His hand began a slow, torturous journey along my body, his fingers teasing and tormenting my nipples until they hardened into sensitive peaks. I watched the flush of arousal suffuse my skin, the way I almost glowed under his every stroke and caress, the light of my eyes gleaming with awakening desire.

"Do you see?" he breathed against my throat and in that mirror our gazes locked, I lost my breath. "Do you see what you do to me?"

Tristan came before me, the rippling expanse of his back visible in the mirror as his head dipped to take my breast into his mouth. The culmination of sight and sensation was exquisite. Overwhelming. I watched the spectacle and experienced the hot, moist texture of his mouth, tongue and lips devouring me. Consuming me.

Tristan lowered to his knees between my legs, his hands rounding over my hips to meet at my center. Parting me. Exploring me. Revealing me.

I watched, breathless, as his long index finger slid down further still and found that point of delicious longing, and stroked in gentle, easy circles. A sensual display that was almost as gratifying as his expert touch.

His tongue swiped along the inner curve of my thigh and I quivered, my legs weakening as I struggled to hold myself steady. His teeth nipped along that path, rising higher. Higher.

"Oh...yes," I groaned as he took me into his mouth; the heat and sweet ecstasy of his tongue claiming and possessing and eliciting ferocious little waves to batter my every limb. While his mouth plundered, Tristan inserted a finger into the heart of me, and followed with another, probing and filling and stretching.

The thrusting of his fingers grew more insistent, demanding, the onslaught of his mouth, more savage and the spiralling coil of lust in my belly wound dangerously tight. I threaded my fingers in the locks of his hair, pushing him harder between my legs while his tongue continued its sensual and tormenting dance.

Taking me into his arms, he wrapped my legs around his waist and drove into me in one, sharp thrust. He moaned my name; I screamed his. Braced against the wall, I let him take and gave everything. Our bodies locked in this frantic, sinuous race. Every muscle in my body drew taught, every bone began to sizzle and my eyes rolled back, blinded by need, a desperate wild need that begged for that final, freeing stroke.

His teeth clamped around my shoulder and I heard the muffled cry of his voice. Light burst through me, blinding—a brilliant rapture that stunned the senses, leaving me lost to reason. I called out his name—screamed it as all that was in me emptied into him.

Tristan drew himself up, gathered me in his arms and returned me to the bed, pouring me into the soft sheets, his body tucked in around me.

"Sleep now," he murmured, his hands cupping my breasts, my back tucked against his chest.

I sighed in his arms, my eyes falling heavy. And slept.

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"Laura," Tristan whispered. "Open your legs. Wider."

Again? Hands slid around my hips, turning me. Guiding me. Already the heat began to kindle between my thighs as if on cue to his whispered command. I'd lost track of how many times he'd woken me in the night. With his mouth, with his hands or just his voice. A foggy memory of him sucking on my breasts, his fingers knuckle deep inside of me...I remembered the convulsing madness overpowered me as he'd drained me until I was shuddering, trembling in every limb. Spent. Ruined.

I stretched for him. Seeking...Tristan chuckled, his face skimming a kiss across my brow. "Easy, a ghra. It's morning."

The press of a cool cloth between my legs jarred me the rest of the way out of sleep into waking, and I looked up to see him sitting next to me, the curtains behind him drawn just enough to let in some light.

"God," I croaked, my voice hoarse from all of last night's...antics. "Time?"

"Almost eleven." He leaned over me, eyes searching my face. "You're still worn out."

"Fine," I managed, scooting up to my elbows. "Coffee?"

"Kitchen." He adjusted the cloth, turning it around for a fresh kiss of cold. "I toyed with this lovely part of you most of the night. Are you sore?"

In truth I was, but the sensation wasn't all that unpleasant. "I'll live," I smiled, than yawned. "Coffee," I repeated. "Now."

Tristan laughed, rising from the bed. "Bossy, are we? Robe's over there," he gestured to the door to my left. "And that's the bathroom. Freshen up, get dressed and I'll make us some breakfast."

Flopping back in the bed with a smile, I shot out my arms and legs and stretched like a cat on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Eleven in the morning? Christ, I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept in past nine. Granted, I hadn't slept much during the night but I was used to operating on little to no rest. Success in business didn't leave much room for such trival necessities.

I rolled my hands, my feet, and sat up to shake out my head and shoulders. Tender, yes, and my wrists would definitely have bruises from the rope, but other than that I felt incredible.

Climbing out bed, I encased myself in the robe and slipped into the bathroom. And whistled at the impressive size and scale. Hell, this could have been a spa with a massive freestanding tub, a shower big enough for both Tristan and I to get into all sorts of dangerous positions.

I found my overnight bag tucked under the long floating vanity and took one long, hard look at myself in the mirror. Aside from the slight shadowing of fatigue under my eyes and the tangled mess of my hair, I wasn't all that bad. I finger combed through the worst of the knots and snarls before daring to take a brush to it, then finished with a quick wash and rinse of my face and brushed my teeth.

Sorting through the clothes, I pulled out a pair of fitted workout pants and a comfortable sports top. A building like Tristan's was bound to have a stellar workout facility and I saw no reason why I should miss my customary Saturday workout.

I found Tristan in the kitchen, the range on with two skillets working. One with eggs, the other with bacon.

"Smells good," I said, plopping down on the couch. Tristan took in the sight of my outfit and smiled questioningly.

"The gym? Really?"

"I never miss a workout," I said. "And today's leg day. Gotta keep 'em pretty."

"I'll join you, if you don't mind the company." Tristan brought over a glass of juice, set it on the coffee table.

"Wouldn't mind. You sure you have the energy to keep up?" I teased, reaching for the cool glass.

"Do you?" Standing, Tristan pulled me to my feet and into his arms. "I kept you awake longer then I would have anyone else."

"I take whatever you've got," I winked, twining my arms around his neck. "And then some."

"It will happen again tonight," he warned. "And every weekend thereafter."

"For how long?"

"As long as it takes."

"You can't possibly want to have sex me with that often," I argued.

"It won't always be about sex. I want your body so accustomed to my every caress, even when sleeping, that you won't be able to do without me, that you feel naked and strange without my touch."

My belly gave an involuntary quiver of delight. Even if my head was already dissecting the logistics and impracticalities. I didn't mind sharing a bed with a man, but what he was talking about was more than just two adults falling asleep and maintaining boundaries. I wasn't sure how I felt about this degree of intimate dependency. I'd never been much for cuddling, and couldn't imagine that was going to change anytime soon.

"What about when we're separated? Travelling on business?" No longer together?

His arms tightened around me, his chin grazing against my brow. "Know that I will suffer, and suffer greatly."