Page 22 of Forever Flaunting


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“Well, look who’s ‘Sexy-barometer’ just went up a few more notches?”

“And here we go again,” she muttered, chuckling as she moved to make a cup of coffee for each of them with the Keurig on the counter of her kitchen. Getting out two small saucers, she cut the cheesecake in half and put a spoon on each plate. “Feel free to turn on the television, Max. I won’t be but just a moment. Why don’t you turn on the news?”

And hesitated.

“Max?”

Holding one saucer as the Keurig hissed behind her, she walked around the corner of the kitchen to peer into the living room – only to see it was empty. Turning, she walked down the hallway towards the bathroom and came to an abrupt halt.

“Hey,” he grinned… lying on her bed.

Max had handcuffed himself to her wrought iron bed that she’d had since she was a young girl growing up, complete with the eyelet comforter beneath him. He was fully clothed, but his Air Force uniform jacket was lying open. His shirt, his slacks, everything was there – including his blasted shoes.

The cad had not only handcuffed himself to her bed – but he was wearing his dress shoes on her comforter.

“I found another set of handcuffs on the dresser. I didn’t know you’d bought two of them, my naughty kitten…” and that smile sent a bolt of electricity down her spine as she looked at him.

“Yeah, I did,” she murmured as she stepped forward closer to him. She heard him suck in his breath as his eyes widened. Obviously, he was expecting a fight between them. It sure took some nerve and creativity to actually do this – and while he looked gorgeous, she was a bit shocked at the boldness and depravity he was exhibiting on their first – and probably only – date.

Two could play that game.

Smiling mischievously, she heard his murmured ‘oh, yeah…’ and nearly laughed as she kicked off each of her pumps, letting them bounce against the baseboards.

“Can I just say how much I love that you own these?” Max began hoarsely, rattling the handcuffs.

“I bought them for a case,” she whispered, “I bought two in case one broke in the courtroom, and I still needed to demonstrate my point.”

“Pencil skirt, heels, thigh highs, and handcuffs… I swear you are my every dream come true, Elana,” he whispered. “Come here.”

“Me?” she said innocently, and took a seat on the side of the bed, crossing her legs and immediately saw his eyes dart toward them. “I’m just a girl with cheesecake.”

And scooped up a large bite.

Max opened his mouth obligingly, and she moved the spoon closer to him, hearing him make a slight noise in his throat as he pulled at the handcuffs, leaning upward – and pulled it back, putting it in her mouth. She dragged the spoon out between her lips teasingly and saw his mouth gape open as he stared at her.

“Goodness, you are beautiful…” he said hoarsely.

“And you are stuck,” she replied, standing up and looking at him.

“What?”

“Don’t act surprised,” she chuckled. “This is our first date, and you have gone out of your way to make your desires known. Yes, you want my body, and you’ve been quite vocal about that, but there’s more to me, and I’ve tried to tell you that.”

“Elana…”

“You said sincerity… but this? Trying to sleep with me on our first date is anything but sincere.”

“I sincerely want you to climb up here!” he barked, looking a little peeved as it was suddenly clicking in his eyes. “Where are the keys to these handcuffs?”

And rattled them.

“You want me up there?”

“Heck yes I do…” he growled – and she obliged him. She stepped up onto the end of the bed where his shoes were on her pristine comforter – and nudged one.

“Shoes on the bed… seriously?”

“Why are you down there at my feet? Come up here…”

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