his shorts and trunks
in one graceful move . Oh my. Will I ever tire of looking at him naked? He is
utterly gorgeous, and all mine. His skin glows—he’s caught the sun, too, and
his hair is longer, flopping over his forehead. I am one lucky, lucky girl.
He reaches forward and grasps my chin, pulling slightly so that I stop biting
my lip and runs his thumb along my lower lip.
“That’s better.” He turns and strides over to the impressive armoire that
houses his clothes. He produces two pairs of metal handcuffs and an airline
eye mask from the bottom drawer.
Handcuffs! We’ve never used handcuffs. I glance quickly and nervously at the
bed. Where the hell is he going to attach those? He turns and gazes steadily
at me, his eyes dark and luminous.
“These can be quite painful. They can bite into the skin if you pull too hard.”
He holds up one pair. “But I really want to use them on you now.”
Holy fuck. My mouth goes dry.
“Here.” He stalks gracefully forward and hands me a set. “Do you want to try
them first?”
They feel solid, the metal cold. Vaguely, I hope I never ha一ve to wear a pair of
these for real.
Christian is watching me intently.
“Where are the keys?” My voice wa一vering.
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He holds out his palm, revealing a small metallic key. “This does both sets. In
fact, all sets.”
How many sets does he ha一ve? I don’t remember seeing any in the museum
chest.
Reaching up, he strokes my cheek with his index finger, trailing it down to my
mouth. He leans in as if to kiss me.
“Do you want to play?” he says, his voice low, and everything in my body
heads south as desire unfurls deep in my belly.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He smiles. “Good.” He plants a featherlight kiss on my forehead.
“We’re going to need a safe word.”
What?
“Stop won’t be enough because you will probably say that, but you won’t
mean it.” He runs his nose down mine—the only contact between us.
What does he mean? My heart starts pounding. Shit . . . How can he do this
with just words?
“This is not going to
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