Page 72 of Café Diablo

“Olivia!” he snarls. “I don’t have any keys for these handcuffs!”

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Ned

Olivia’s naked body is sin incarnate.

Her demon flesh grinds against mine and if I wasn’t handcuffed to the damn headboard, I’d be fucking her on every surface imaginable.

Only, shedidhandcuff me—and as hot as that is—I’mnotgoing to be able to get out of them again!

Panic shoots fear deep into my spine—lodging and twisting, like a snare about to rip out my vertebrae.

My heart goes into overdrive.

There’s no key.

No way out.

I’m trapped.

“Olivia!” I bark, all my defenses flaring, needing her to understand this isn’t a game without consequences. “I don’t have keys for these handcuffs!”

She startles—about to take my cock—and the adrenaline pulsing through my body is so amped up, I’m not sure if I’m happy she heard me or if I’m pissed that she stops.

Her eyes flash up to me in surprise. “Wait, what?” She pushes my thickness back against my stomach and looks at me concerned. “What do you mean you don’t have the key?”

“I mean—” I push my chest forward, but my hands are above my head and the cuffs clang and scrape against the headboard, limiting my range of motion. “I don’t know what you did with the key after you unlocked us on my birthday.”

“You took the handcuffs, but not the key?”

“I wasn’t planning on using them.”

“You didn’t think the second I saw these I wouldn’t want a replay of that first night?”

My heart ratchets at the tease, but also at the inevitability of how she says that statement, like I’m a fool for not realizing what these handcuffs would manifest into. It’s just one more thing in a day in which I’ve been a fool for not realizing things I should have seen coming: Olivia’s discomfort at the club, my father’s manipulation, her use of handcuffs.

Aggravation tightens my shoulders.

“Olivia,” I tilt my head at her because I can’t grab her with my hands and make her listen. “I was pretty sure that night was a one-time thing and I was never going to see you again.”

“I work at the same restaurant as your brother,” she needles, giving me a skeptical frown. “I know you have five college degrees framed on the wall of your office that all say magna-cum-nobody-knows-Latin, and they give the impression that you are smart as hell, but you didn’t think you’d see me again?”

“I have two degrees,” I grit out.

“That’s not the point I’m making.”

“It’s not that I didn’twantto see you again, Olivia,” I hiss, my muscles tightening in frustration, yet my entire lower half is still turned on like a damn animal in heat.

Her naked body sits astride my lap with her thighs open to her wet pussy. God, I should have just shut up and then we’d be fucking instead of having this conversation.

“I just assumed,” I continue, “that we were both drunk, and since it was my birthday, you were giving me a pity fu—” I sigh, not wanting to say it out loud, or explain the fact that gorgeous women like her don’t just show up in my life and rock my world like she has. “Can we get back to the original point, which is that I’m handcuffed to my bed!” I jangle the cuffs, knocking them against the rung and shooting the menacing sound of metal-on-metal ringing through the bedroom. “And I will probably be stuck here for the foreseeable future.”

Olivia leans forward, brushing her tits against my chest and sandwiching my cock between our stomachs. “Mmmmm,” she hums against my lips, our bodies sealing together. “Ican’t really complain about that.”

She’s trying to lighten the mood. I know that. And I want to give in to the heat and tease of it, but my heart is still pounding like it wants to punch out of my ribs.

“It’s not like I have a hacksaw just lying around under my sink,” I snip, that coming out sharper than I expect.

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