Page 74 of Floored (Frenched 3)
“So.” He glanced over his shoulder at the island. “I was just thinking about that night…the one where the power went out.”
I swallowed. “Yeah. That was…intens
e.”
He nodded slowly. “And I was thinking about the night of your burglary. About those handcuffs in the bathroom and how shocked I was to see them.”
I slapped my hands over my face. “Oh, God.”
He laughed. “Don’t be shy about it. It made me think there was more to you than meets the eye. Not that there’s anything wrong with what meets the eye.” He came toward me, took my wrists and pushed them down. “But I was very glad to learn that the princess enjoys being locked in the tower sometimes.”
I met his eyes. “She does. She’s just never told anyone that before.”
He kissed me, lazily, sensuously, lighting a fuse deep inside me.
“Charlie,” I said against his lips.
“Yes.”
“There are other things I’m curious about.”
“Oh?” His mouth traveled across my cheek and down my throat. “Like what?”
I lifted my shoulders. “I don’t know. Dirty little things. Things I bet a big bad wolf like you could teach a good little girl like me. Things you could show me.” I whispered in his ear. “I’ll be a good student.”
He paused, and a low rumble sounded deep in his throat. “You’re tempting me, Red.”
“Good.”
His lips found mine. “Can I stay tonight?”
I smiled. “Did you bring your handcuffs?”
“I think I can find them.”
“Then I think I’ll be upstairs.” I moved for the kitchen door and locked it with a flourish. “See what a good girl I am now, locking the door before I go up and take a shower with my vibrator?” I strolled out of the kitchen with a smile on my face, peeling my sweatshirt from my body…
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It was just like my fantasies. I was alone in the shower, candles glowing, when I saw the shadow on the curtain.
He cuffed me to the towel bar, threatened to eat me alive, and followed through.
He used the Naughty Rabbit on me in places that made me tremble and beg, murmuring all the ways he wanted to tear me apart.
He wore a condom even when I said it was OK, I was on the Pill, and fucked me senseless against the white tile wall, hot water streaming down our bodies, my hands fisted in his hair, his fingers gripping the backs of my thighs, our mouths close but not touching, our eyes locked.
It was a good thing I couldn’t speak.
God only knows what I’d have said.
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The following morning he invited me to have lunch with him and his grandfather on Sunday. “Really?” My heart swelled happily. We were still in bed, Charlie on his back, me tucked against his side.
“Yes. I’d like you to meet him, and he wants to meet you.”
“You told him about me?” Picking my head up, I blinked at him, surprised.
