Page 210 of End Game

Instead, he pulls out two soft leather cuffs.

My dick gets hard enough to hurt.

His eyes drop. “I was going to ask.”

“You can.”

“Color?”

“Green.” I laugh again.

“Do you want these?”

“Yes.”

He steps between my knees.

“Wrists?”

“Yes.”

“One or both?”

I think about it. “Both.”

Ronan's mouth shifts slightly.

Approval.

He fastens the first cuff around my wrist, checks the fit with two fingers, then does the same with the other.

Everything slows down a little.

Not dramatically.

Just enough that I notice his hands more.

The leather against my skin.

The small metal click when he closes the buckle.

His concentration.

When he connects the cuffs in front of me, there's enough slack that I can move, but not enough to forget they're there.

My breathing changes.

Ronan notices that too.

“You're allowed to enjoy being restrained without proving anything.”

I look up at him. “I know.”

His expression says he isn't convinced.

Then he pushes gently against my shoulder. “Lie back.”

I do.