AllFreeNovel
Share Us
We really didn’t follow most BDSM protocol, inside the bedroom or out. We’d come up with our own version of things that worked for us. Understatement. The woman left me walking around with a dopey smile half the time and a painful hard-on the rest. It had been that way for the six months we’d been together. Everything was still as chaotic and passionate between us as it had been the night we’d met, and I thanked God for it.
By far, she was the brightest part of my life.
I removed the jewelry box from the dresser and walked back to the bed. I kneeled beside her hip and opened it, then drew the intricate piece of jewelry out of its case. The handcuff charms in the center glinted in the morning sun, and my erection only thickened as I imagined her wearing her matching set.
Andonlyher matching set.
“Eyes closed,” I commanded, knowing she would oblige me. She always knew when to push me and when to acquiesce. Well, most of the time. Her fire was one of the things I adored most about her, and there was a long list. “Lift your head.”
She did as I asked and I slipped the necklace around her neck. “Jed?” she gasped.
Her hair presented a problem. “Do something about your hair. I can’t do the clasp.” With a little wiggling, she managed to get it out of my way enough for me to lock it. “Sit up now, baby.”
With tears in her eyes, she kneeled and turned toward me. She didn’t even glance down because she understood what it signified. Our version of a ring, though one day soon she’d have that too. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”
“It’s a gift for me too.” Looking at her in my jewelry was a present I’d never hoped to wish for. I ran my fingertip over the hammered steel. “Presley changed the look this time because I wanted the handcuffs in the front. They’re small, and I’m sure you can hide them under your—”
“Are you kidding? I’m showing this off everywhere.” She launched herself into my arms, nearly knocking me off the bed.
Freddy whined and pawed at the door. Forget breakfast, he probably wanted to be part of the fun too. But we usually shut him out on nights we were having sex because he tended to stare.
Laughing, I brushed her hair out of her eyes. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Her face was glowing. “It means I’m yours, forever.”
“You got that right. But you already were. It also means—”
“I love you,” she blurted, biting her lip once the words were out. “Whoops. I guess I should’ve let you finish.”
“Nah, in this case, I think interruptions are perfectly acceptable.” I leaned up to nibble her full lower lip. “I love you too, by the way.”
“Well, duh.” She grinned at my stern expression. “I mean, duh, Sir.”
Turn the page for a sneak peek of another standalone romance in our Kensington Square series, Desperately Seeking Kitty.
