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“Why were the police at The Manor?” she blurts, and I scowl at her swift change of subject.
“I told you, some idiot is playing silly games.”
“What sort of silly games?”
Good grief.“Ava, it’s nothing for you to worry about. End of.” I stuff another strawberry in her mouth, my way of endingthatconversation.
“What about this mystery woman?” she garbles.
God help me.“She’s still a mystery.” I’m not technically lying.
“So you asked Clive?”
“No, Ava,” I breathe, exasperated by the quick-fire round of questions. So apparently, I’m not done dodging bullets today. “I haven’t had time. When can I take you shopping?”
Her eyes widen, worry overcoming her.
“I owe you a dress,” I remind her. “With the anniversary party coming up, I thought we could kill two birds with one stone.” It’ll be a lovely day. Just us. Me spoiling her. Plus, I can replace some of the pieces in her wardrobe that send me batty. She needs never know of my ulterior motive.
“I have plenty of dresses.”
“Are you going to defy me at every turn today, lady?”
Her nose wrinkles, but she doesn’t argue. It’s as I thought. She’s too beat to challenge me, but not too knackered to find her way into my chest and burrow deeply, her naked skin all over mine, her lips resting on my pec.
I exhale and hold her close, my nose in her hair.
It’s complete and utter bliss.
But... will the questions ever stop?
18
My lids slowly flicker open,and my eyes battle through the harsh assault of morning light. I focus, finding her directly in my field of vision, and I love the sight of her looking down at my chest, clearly liking what she sees. I don’t mind what I’m looking at either. And it’s adorned in lace. Straddling me. I start to firm up.
Good fucking morning.
“Hey, baby,” I say, my voice thick with a mixture of sleepiness and lust.
“Hey.” She sounds perfect too, and in a desperate attempt to get my hands all over her, I shift my arms.
But they go nowhere.
And I hear clanging above my head.
And my fucking wrists hurt.
My eyes are fully open now, all wide and wary, and my sleepy face wrinkles in confusion as I look above my head. I jiggle my arms again, like the sound might confirm what I think I’m looking at.
It does.
“What the fuck?” I quickly search her out, finding her stunning face emblazoned with a look of...
Oh fuck.
That’s power right there. Power and satisfaction. “Ava,” I say quietly, warily, dreading asking. “Why the fuck am I handcuffed to the bed?”
“I’m introducing a new kind of fuck to our relationship, Jesse.” Her tone is oozing confidence and evenness but being greeted by her beautiful mouth releasing such vulgar language, especially the moment I wake, instantly heats my blood. Or is it because my hard-on is pushing between her thighs? It could be both.
