Page 85 of Forever Mr Black

But I need to keep focussed if I’m going to get my way for once. “How about you take a shower, and I’ll make some actual breakfast? Then, we’ll go back to bed.”

“You know patience isn’t my strong point,” he says, trailing his lips lower to my collarbone.

My resolve’s weakening with every kiss. I know if I don’t pull myself together, I’m going to fail. I can’t let him carry on doing this a moment longer.

I dig deep and pull away from him. “It will be worth it.”

He looks deep into my eyes. “That’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

“Well, why don’t you do as you’re told for a change and go and get in the shower then?”

I’m expecting him to resist, but he surprises me. He places a lingering kiss on my lips and then reluctantly releases me from his grip.

“Okay. But I’ve raised the bar in the breakfast stakes,” he warns, heading towards the bedroom. “You need to rustle up something pretty special to beat mine.”

I smile to myself. Pretty special? What I’ve got planned will blow his socks off.

Twenty-Six

The sound of running water coming from the en suite indicates I’ve got a little time to think out my plan. I check that my secret weapon is still hidden away in the bedside drawer. Then, I hurry into the wardrobe and change into brand-new lace underwear. It’s white with black lace detailing—sexy but feminine—and Art hasn’t seen it before. If anything’s going to help distract him and give me a little time to do what I need to do, it will be this get-up.

The shower stops running. I throw another glance at my bedside drawer to check it’s closed and push open the door to the en suite. Art stands with his back to me, dripping wet, rubbing a towel through his hair. Desires got a chokehold on my heart as I admire his broad, muscular back and the firm buttocks I’m itching to sink my fingernails into. But I’ll have to wait.

He shifts round and notices me watching him. His heated gaze drags up the length of my body in appreciation. “No breakfast?”

“I changed my mind. I decided I want your sort of breakfast after all.”

“Good.” He chucks the towel down on the bathroom counter and paces towards me, his eyes locked on me.

I shift back into the bedroom, but he’s too fast. He’s on me in a heartbeat, pushing me backwards, sending us crashing onto the bed. He showers my face with kisses, his hands earnestly pulling at my underwear as he plants his thighs in between mine. I feel his erection press into my stomach.

Shit.

I need to take things down a gear. In a couple more moves, he’ll be inside me. Then, it’s game over.

Focus, Sophie.

“Slow down.”

“You’re asking the impossible,” he says, still kissing me.

“Savour it.”

His mouth curls into a smile against my lips, and he hums in agreement. “I like the sound of that too.”

To my delight, he rolls me over, so I’m on top, playing directly into my hands without even realising. Now, I just need to make sure I stay here long enough to secure the asset in place. I draw my fingers through his thick hair and pull his lips to mine, kissing him hard and deep because I want him seeing stars. His hands slide up my back and rest on my shoulders, exactly where I need them to be.

My mind springs to my next move. I just need to go for it. Keep him distracted with hot, heavy kisses as long as I can. But I need to act fast. I’ll only get one chance at this. If I mess up, the tables will undoubtedly turn on me.

I carefully feel my way across the bed and slide my hand into my bedside drawer, closing my hand around my secret weapon. I give myself a second. This is how huntsmen must feel when they’re about to capture a lion in the wild.

Just go for it.

One, two, three…

Before he can register what’s happening, I yank his right arm above his head, slide the handcuff around his wrist, and secure it to the slats of the headboard with a satisfying click.

I draw back and straddle his waist, admiring my handwork. Ideally, I’d prefer both hands cuffed, but one’s enough to slow him down a bit.

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