Page 62 of Cuffed By Love

Don’t do it, Devin.

That’s what I keep telling myself each time I get the impulse to rip off this fucking blindfold and let my eyes ravenously feast on her beautiful body. Just knowing she’s standing before me, not even an arm's length away, half-naked in only her underwear, is driving me nuts. I have to get these urges under control because if I don’t, I’ll break every single one of my own rules and make good on my earlier promise to her. Oh fuck, I wanted to kiss her, and I came so close to surrendering to my feral instincts.

Those gorgeous plump lips of hers were so close to mine that I could practically taste her mouth, I could feel her kiss, and I wanted nothing more than to glide my tongue between those deliciously pink lips and devour her mouth with a kiss I’ve been cumulating in my head for the past nine years.

Mira’s adorable little squeak and her body crashing against mine pulls me from my thoughts. My arm instinctively goes around her waist to steady her, so she doesn’t fall. I swallow hard when I feel her silky flesh pressed against mine. “Shit, that’s cold.” I hear her gasp before she straightens and spins to face away from me. I can feel the ice-cold droplets of the water running down her body and onto my own.

Mira mutters under her breath and hisses when she attempts to feel around for the lever to adjust the temperature. I feel like this is a great time to get my revenge on her for biting me earlier, so I take a step forward, wrap my arms around her from behind and step under the cold spray. Ah fuck, that’s cold. “Oh my God, Devin! What the hell are you doing?” She shrieks, panting when the cold water catches her breath, she fights in my hold to get away, but I tighten my arms around her until she sinks back into me.

“That’s for biting me,” I growl lowly in her ear. Mira’s body shivers against mine until the water eventually starts to warm. She elbows me in the gut and breaks away from my hold, muttering profanities under her breath.

“You’re such a pig.”

I grin, “A very sexy one, though, no?”

“You know, I didn’t think it was possible to hate you any more than I already do, but you just keep proving me wrong.” I hear her utter while she feels around for something.

“You do know there's a very thin, very frail line between love and hate, right Tinks?” I tease and hear her scoff in response, followed by the squelching of what I’m assuming is her shampoo bottle when she squeezes it.

“Not when you’re concerned, Devin King.” Mira snipes back scathingly, and I laugh, taking the bottle of shampoo when she shoves it at my chest.

“Then it’s really one of two things, either you’re pretending to hate me when deep down you still adore me, or you just love to hate me. Which is it?” I question while pouring a generous amount of shampoo into my palm.

“Whichever one best justifies me asphyxiating you in your sleep.”

“That’s rather vivid, Tinks.”

“You inspire my inner serial killer. I plot your demise at least ten times throughout the day.” I may not be able to see her face, but I can hear the amusement in her voice as she speaks. I grin widely and step closer to her to get under the spray to wet my hair which backs her up against the wall. The smell of her shampoo is doing wicked things to me, things that make me glad she’s blindfolded and can’t see the hard-on I’m currently sporting.

You know what else isn’t helping, knowing she’s in lace underwear and not being able to see it or know what colour it is. I only felt it when my arms were around her moments ago, and it caused the circuits in my brain to ignite.

“Ten times a day, huh? Sounds like you spend a lot of time thinking about me, Tinks. I’m flattered.” I drawl teasingly. I wish I could see her face right now. I bet she’s blushing beautifully. We continue our flippant back and forth until we finish our shower. When I wouldn’t stop teasing her, Mira attacked me with a loofah which almost resulted in us slipping and falling on our arses.

“I’ve never been assaulted with a loofah before. That was fascinating.” I chuckle, pulling off my blindfold, and Mira does the same after we wrap towels around ourselves.

“I told you to stop provoking me. You should have listened then maybe I wouldn’t have had resorted to such extreme measures.” Mira retorts with a smile of her own while she towel dries her hair.

I chortle, “You’re a savage, Tinks.”

“Serves you right. Let this be a lesson to you. Never underestimate me and tread carefully moving forward. You never know what I may use as a weapon against you.”

I chuckle, amused at her forewarning. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Heaven forbid you tickle me to death with a feather next.”

Mira giggles and swats me with the towel she’s using to dry her hair. “I’ve made a mental note.”

I return her smile and shake my head while I attempt to style my hair, “Wait, is that a smile I see? Did I by some miracle manage to flip the ice queen’s bitch switch?”

Mira frowns a little and looks at me through the mirror, her eyes narrowed. “You’re one to talk. You weren’t exactly blowing rainbows and bubbles out of your arsehole this morning, either. Trouble in paradise?”

My smile falters a little, but I quickly replace it with a smirk and step closer to her. Our eyes interlock, and I find myself getting lost in them once again. “Not at all. I think your bad mood was just rubbing off on me.”

“Oh sure, blame me.” Mira sighs with a roll of her eyes. “Now that we’ve showered an all, have you given it any thought at all to how we’re supposed to get dressed?”

I lick my lips thoughtfully and shake my head, “I can’t say that I have.”

“Excellent.” Mira huffs, brushing her long, slender fingers through her damp hair. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to pick a lock, would you?”

I cackle at her question, “Oh yes, sure, let me just whip out my lock picking tools and get right to it, shall I? If I had acquired that particular skill over my lifetime, I assure you I would have used it already.”

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