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“I don’t know if it would be. I have no memory of ever being restrained, so we’d have to try it and see.”

“Maybe we will,” he told her, his eyes lighting up. “But tonight I’m more interested in seeing what you’d like to do to me. So what do you say?”

There were several long beats of silence as his question hung in the air and Paige gazed down at the handcuffs. “Okay,” she agreed with a nod. “Let’s do it.”

Chapter 20

Paige took her time undressing David, and for him, the most erotic part of it was watching her eyes take in every inch of his body as it was revealed. By the time she was finished and he stood naked before her, he was hard as a rock. It was the hunger in her expression which did him in because it was so raw and real, and in that moment he knew she would never look at any other man like this. He truly believed the desire, need, and connection she was feeling with him wouldn’t be found with anyone else, and for the first time since he set his plan in motion, David had no doubt she’d soon come to this realization, too, and embrace it.

Then they could really get down to business.

Without a word, David moved several pillows out of the way and pulled back the covers before laying down and watching as Paige attached a cuff to one of his wrists so that it was tight, but not too tight. Then she looped the other cuff through one of the headboard’s wooden slats and pulled it through at the other end, the soft jangling of the metal links the only sound in the room. After his other wrist was secure, she stood back and admired the picture he made, all spread out and at her mercy. His long legs, thick with muscle and lightly dusted with light brown hair (one slightly bent to give her an unobstructed view of his junk), his trim abs, defined chest, and his arms stretched out at an angle, his biceps nicely rounded.

It reminded Paige of the night she’d met him at Brews Brothers, when she’d been checking out his arms and had looked up to see David staring at her … almost exactly like how he was right now.

“So, what’s next?” he asked.

From the moment she’d pictured him cuffed to his bed, gloriously naked and somewhat helpless, she’d known exactly what she wanted to do to him. However, her ability to actually do it was contingent upon David having what she needed.

“That depends,” Paige replied, going to his nightstand and opening the top drawer. There was a small voice in the back of her head that whispered she was probably invading his privacy, but it was a very small voice and easily silenced as she quickly looked through the contents: a bottle of aspirin, some lip balm, a surprisingly large box of condoms, and lube.

“Depends on what? And what are you doing, besides invading my privacy?”

“I’m looking for something.” She closed the drawer and moved to the other one, only to find it completely empty.

“What are you looking for?”

This time, instead of answering his question—because she was on a mission and didn’t have time to waste—Paige ignored it and went into his bathroom, quickly looking in the medicine cabinet and the vanity. Not seeing what she needed, she came back to the bedroom, then disappeared into the hallway.

He stared at the doorway she’d just vanished through. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back.”

“What do you mean, you’ll be right back?” he demanded, before repeating, “Where are you going?”

A moment later David heard her in the other bathroom, rummaging around in there and sounding like a burglar in search of valuables. Paige must not have found what she was looking for in there, either, because not long after that it sounded like she was ransacking the kitchen, opening and closing drawers and cabinets.

“What the hell are you looking for?” he called out, practically yelling to make sure he could be heard. “Do you need the combination to my safe?”

He heard her chuckle before calling back, “Thanks, but if what I’m looking for was actually in your safe, that would be really weird.”

More cabinet doors were opened and closed, while he stared up at his ceiling and waited. Thankfully, it was only a few more moments before the sound of her footsteps were coming back down the hall and she was bursting into his room, with a large, plastic container of extra virgin, coconut oil from Costco in her hands.

“That’s what you were looking for?” David asked, frowning. It seemed extremely odd, given that she’d searched nightstand drawers and bathroom cabinets before going to the kitchen.

“No, but it’s the next best thing,” she answered, setting the container on the bed next to his hip.

“The next best thing? For what?”

“Massage oil.”

Her search now made sense, but … she was going to give him a massage with coconut oil?

“You did say I could ‘have some fun’,” Paige reminded him. “And that you were interested in seeing what I’d ‘like to do’ to you.”

“I know, and I meant all that, but—”

“Good. Because I’d like to give you a massage.”

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