He wonders how he could get any more turned on than he already is, but here we are. He'd felt his stomach tighten when she'd bent over, fingers curling into fists as if to tell himself to calm the fuck down.

And then she's sauntering into his bedroom and he's easing himself up and off of that couch to follow her.

Leaning against the door frame now: chin low, gaze hungry and voice even as he reaches for the buckle of his belt: "What if I raise you one on that and let you tie my wrists to the headboard."

Is his heart pounding fast? Yes.

Does he hope this is something she'd like? Yes.