Page 35 of Cuffed By Love

“That’s my name darlin’.” I turn my angry gaze to him, and he beams back at me, his brown eyes practically gleaming. Devin would use that line back when we were teens, and all the silly girls would swoon every time he said it. I loathed it then too.

I roll my eyes. “My God, you still use that line?” I utter sardonically, picking up my toothbrush and rinse out my mouth.

“It’s a King classic, baby.” He quips flirtatiously, winking at me through the mirror with a mouthful of the toothbrush. I hate that he’s so friggin hot, and every time he calls me baby, I remember our night together. Ugh. Why can’t I just be impervious to him and his stupid charms like I used to?

“Did you forget that your lines never worked on me? Do yourself and me a favour and save your breath because that still hasn’t changed, King.”

Devin rinses his mouth out and grins, flashing me his perfect pearly white teeth. I stare up at him momentarily, unable to look away when he leans in close to my face. “Just admit it, Tinks, you’ve missed me.”

I chuckle and all but shove him out of the bathroom. “Don’t flatter yourself. You royal pain in my arse.” I utter and gape at him when he begins unbuckling his belt. “Whoa! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting undressed.”

“Pardon?” I sputter, glaring up at him.

“What?” He questions coolly, gazing down at me bemused as if he’s not undressing right in front of me. “I sleep as God intended…butt naked.”

I can almost feel my eyes bugging out of my head at his words. “No, no, no. You are NOT getting naked.” Devin grins cheekily and unfastens his zipper. “Devin, don’t you dare…” I gape at him, mouth ajar, utterly flabbergasted when he drops his black slacks and stands before me in a pair of black, tightly fit, Armani boxer shorts and his pale blue dress shirt, which he proceeds to unbutton, each one revealing smooth tan skin, robust chest and swoon-worthy cast-iron abs.

I gulp.

Sweet Lord. Devin is standing in my bedroom in his boxers, looking hella fine. Stop staring, Mira!

“I’m not about to sleep in the clothes I’ll be forced into wearing again tomorrow, Tinks. It’s going to be hard enough trying to sleep comfortably in this dress shirt.” He informs me, and I do my best to not gawk at his almost naked body and focus on staring over his shoulder. I need to appear as though I’m unfazed by how mouth-wateringly gorgeous he looks right now—

actually, always—but now he’s almost naked, and I can already feel my cheeks filling with blood. It’s been an exceptionally long time since any man has had this effect on me. Since I’ve felt this sexually enticed by anyone. I’m talking dry mouth, vaginal heartbeat kind of turned on, and I have to share a bed with this Adonis all night. I wonder if he still thinks about our night together.

Fucking hell, Mira, keep it together. Of course, he bloody doesn’t. He left you, remember? He left you behind without a word after he had you. Do not make the same mistake again.

“Whatever.” I turn my back to him and stare at my super-king size bed. Thankfully it’s large enough that we don’t have to be so close to one another. Oh crap, I have to pee. I knew I shouldn’t have drunk so much bloody wine. I really don’t want to pee in front of him again.

“Tinks?”

I spin and look at Devin. “Hm?”

“You good?”

Oh, sod it. “Not really.”

Devin takes a giant step closer to me, and I almost retreat but catch myself, keeping still and slowly lift my eyes to meet his probing gaze. “What’s the matter?”

I bite my lip gingerly. “I uh, I have to pee.” Devin’s lip quirks, and he nods, not even bothering to hide his amusement at my misery.

“So do I.” He laughs and proceeds to haul me toward the bathroom. I begrudgingly follow him, and we look at the toilet then at each other. “You first.”

“You first.” We say at the same time. I rub my forehead awkwardly to conceal the smile tugging at my lips while Devin grins at me and rubs the back of his neck.

“All right, I’ll go.” Devin states and moves toward the toilet. I nod and turn my back to give him some privacy, all the while trying not to freak the hell out.

“Would you like me to sing bah bah black sheep for you?” I snigger. Attempting to lighten the sudden awkwardness between us and smile when I hear Devin chuckle lowly.

“That won’t be necessary, Tinks. I don’t have issues pissing in front of people.” I close my eyes when I hear him shuffling and likely pulling his ‘bits’ out to take a leak. The thought alone of having his penis out makes my cheeks burn. Nothing about this is okay, and I cannot believe I’m even living through this right now. “Tinks, you need to come closer. I kinda need my hand here, babe.”

“Use the other o—” I start to say, shaking my head swiftly; however, before I could contest further, Dev gives my arm a quick tug, pulling me closer, so we’re standing shoulder to shoulder. I squeeze my eyes shut, wincing while I hear the stream of his pee. I tried to drown out the noise by singing loudly in my head, willing myself to think about anything but Devin King, penis in hand, taking a leak right next to me. I’m hoping—actually, I’m praying—that I will go to sleep, and this day would have been nothing but an outrageous nightmare.

Oh, please, God, please let it be a nightmare.

It felt like he was peeing forever until I finally heard the toilet flush. I open one eye and look at him, watching me with a delighted smirk plastered on his stupidly handsome face. “You good?”

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