Pauline's POV
I gazed down at Logan beneath me, his wrists secured together with the dark silk tie that contrasted sharply against his pale skin. A quiet sound of disapproval slipped from my throat as I studied him in this vulnerable state. Even restrained like this, he remained devastatingly attractive.
I reached for the discarded polo shirt on the floor and drew it over his face, covering his features completely. The cotton fabric carried his distinctive scent, causing my stomach to tighten with unwanted desire.
"What are you doing?" his voice came out muffled beneath the makeshift blindfold.
"Keep it on," I commanded sharply. "Move it and this ends immediately."
A moment of quiet stretched between us before I heard his soft exhale of resignation. After that, he offered no further protests.
Perfect.
