Rob

[wearingagun]

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The bed was huge. It was, hands down, the biggest bed she had ever seen in her life. And even though the rest of the house was spotless, the bedroom felt more...lived in. It smelled of sex and cologne and him. Beckett took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her fingers slipped from his hand and she ran it up her body, over her belly and between her breasts all the way to her throat where she could feel her pulse hammering away.

"Good bed," she said, turning a lustful gaze toward him again.

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Robin's eyes followed her hand hungrily, and then he reached up and laid his fingertips on her throat just beside hers.

"So who's holding the key to the handcuffs?" he murmured. "You or me? And that can be a metaphor or not, your choice."