Hero: Casio owner Wyatt Caine. Very alpha and growly in his business suit. Likes to play games in bed.

Heroine: Jewelry designer Tatiana Belikov. She learned long ago what kind of games she likes to play in the bedroom, and that Wyatt was once the perfect partner. But now 10 years later they are reunited. She learns this older Wyatt is just as dirty. And she likes it.

“Ready to come, Tatiana?”

“Yes.” She arched her hips, an infinitesimal movement that his observant eyes couldn’t miss. 

He lapped at her belly. “Ask me nicely.” 

Ah. She stilled, trying to get her breathing under control. So this was the game. She could succumb, since she was in such dire straits. Or. She could see what kind of pleasure she would receive in return for refusing. 

No-brainer. She made her voice rough and uncaring. “Fuck you.”

The heat that flared in his eyes told her she’d made the right decision. He withdrew and came to his feet, a study in contrasts himself with his bare gleaming chest and tented dress pants.

“Not nice enough.” He grabbed her by the neck, his hand feeling large and heavy. “Get in the bathroom.”

“The…what?” Not the bedroom? Had she heard him wrong?

“You said artists clean up their messes.” Those hooded eyes surveyed her. “I’ve made you awfully dirty.” 

Some of the imminent fire in her pussy cooled. Was this a break in their play? A pragmatic interlude in their otherwise fantastical night?  Yeah, it was really responsible of him to want to make sure his sheets didn’t get chocolate on him. He couldn’t help the fact that she needed a good hard fucking right now. 

His thumb swept over the hollow of her throat. “Come on.” He released her and placed a hand at the small of her back. 

“Aren’t you going to untie me?” 

“No.”

Oh. Huh. Maybe this wasn’t a scene break.  Okay.  She walked a couple of steps ahead of him, certain to add a little twitch to her hips, letting the ends of the tie flirt with her ass. They made it through the darkened bedroom, directly into his master bath. The towel she’d used earlier was still askew where she’d tucked it to hang dry. 

Wyatt turned on the shower and gestured, expressionless. “Get inside and rinse off.” 

“Um. You aren’t going to help me?” She rolled her shoulders, as if to remind him of her tied-up state. 

“Do the best you can.” 

What the fuck? He was missing prime, wet, sexual-antics time here. Eyeing him askance, she got inside and let the hot water course over her body. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement through the glass enclosure. Turning around, she watched Wyatt adjusting the taps on that decadent bathtub, pouring something inside. Oooh. 

The man was full of great ideas. Had he figured out how much she coveted that tub? He came back to her, reaching inside and shutting the water off. The combination of hot anticipation and steam in the bathroom kept her from shivering from cold. “That would have been more efficient if I had hands to help me,” she couldn’t resist grumbling. 

He held her arm as she got out. “Don’t worry. I’m going to go over every inch of you and make sure you didn’t miss a spot.”

She gave him a flirtatious glance from beneath her eyelashes. “And if I did?”

“Then I’ll punish you for being such a dirty girl.”

Play With Me by Alisha Rai – Goodreads l Kindle l Nook

I enjoyed this one. I’ll be posting my review tomorrow!