Page 41 of A Billionaire Rebel

I snorted at her non-response. “Apparently, he got into the whole BDSM lifestyle when he was twenty-one and went to a club. Like anything else he gets involved in, Davin did all sorts of research, figuring out what he wanted to try, what he wasn’t interested in. The man doesn’t dabble.”

“Wait, you’re talking about Davin?” She sounded as surprised as I’d been. “As in CEO of your family’s real estate business, serious older brother,Davin? I thought you were talking about Deklin. I mean, I know he does the whole business thing, but I can picture him being into that kind of thing more than I can Davin.”

“Are you picturing my older brother in leather and chains?”

“No! I just mean–”

I laughed at the immediate and horrified response, as relieved as I was amused. I didn’t like the idea of her thinking of either of my brothers in any sort of sexual manner. “I’m just teasing you.”

“Davin just seems really strait-laced.”

“I guess that’s part of the reason why he likes it,” I said. “It gives him an outlet. A place where he doesn’t have to be what everyone expects him to be. He’s not a pushover, and he won’t do anything he doesn’t agree with, but when it comes to how people perceive him, he puts a lot of pressure on himself. Our family’s reputation is important to him.”

“It’s hard being the oldest sometimes,” she said softly.

For the first time, I wondered how hard her parents had been on her because of Jamie having a baby so young. I’d heard her and Jamie mentioned a younger sister who still lived with their parents, which meant their dynamic was similar to my brothers and me, with Jae being in Davin’s position and Jamie in mine. I just hoped her parents weren’t strictly religious like my dad because I could only imagine how he would’ve reacted to an ‘out-of-wedlock’ teenage pregnancy.

“Does that mean you’ve got some secret kink or fetish you’re not telling me about?” I laughed as I said it, but then when she didn’t respond, my amusement died away, and I wondered if I’d offended her.

I was just getting ready to apologize when she came out of her room. Since she was now only in a matching black satin bra and panty set, it made sense that it took me nearly half a minute to realize that she was holding something in her hand. Or, more accurately, what was dangling from her index finger.

Handcuffs.

My jaw dropped, and every thought I’d had in my head suddenly vanished.

She burst out laughing and came toward me, twirling them on her finger. “My little sister, Jetta, wanted the three of us to dress like Charlie’s Angels for Halloween last year. I’ve had the costume in my closet ever since.”

“Please tell me there’s a full leather bodysuit in there.” I caught the other end of the handcuffs and pulled her toward me.

“You want me to put clotheson?” She shook her head, her eyes twinkling with good humor. “Then I definitely didn’t accomplish what I set out to do.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And what was that, exactly?”

“To tempt you to find another use for a costume prop.”

Desire made me catch my breath. “How long will Jamie and Kevin be gone?”

“Hours.”

I liked the sound of that.

I tugged on the handcuffs, and she let them go, still grinning. The smile turned to a surprised yelp when I spun her around and put a cuff on one wrist. I almost had the second one latched before something occurred to me.

“Do you have the keys?”

“They have a latch release,” she said. “Gives new meaning to the phrasesafe sex, right?”

I chuckled and snapped the second cuff into place. “On the way back to my place, I’m going to need to stop and pick up more condoms.”

“Think you’re going to get lucky again?”

I walked us toward her bedroom as I answered, “Oh, I think you’re the one who’s going to get lucky. Many,manytimes.”

She was still laughing when we reached the bed, but when I put my hand between her shoulders and bent her over, it turned into something more like a moan. I gripped the cuffs in one hand and ran my other one over the curve of her ass.

“Damn, Jae. You look good like this.” I gave her hip a little smack, not even hard enough to turn her skin pink, but she gasped. I thought it was a good sound, but I wasn’t about to do anything to make this amazing woman uncomfortable in any way. “If I do anything you don’t like, just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

“I will,” she agreed.

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