Page 101 of The Billionaire Bodyguard Next Door
“That's a really annoying and noble trait you have there.”
“Don't I know it.”
I gripped his hand tighter. “And if it had been Carter to follow me into that bathroom?”
He gave a sharp shake of his head. “I’d never allow that to happen.”
Beck squeezed my hand reassuringly and didn't let go even as we entered the limo for the short ride home. The car rocked back and forth as our driver navigated the city streets. There was a quiet comfort between us, our hands still threaded together. Without second guessing myself, I placed my head on his shoulder, enjoying the comfort he was offering me. The adrenaline from the bathroom situation ran its course and yet my body buzzed from the proximity.
When we pulled up in front of our townhouses, he placed a kiss on the top of my head. “We’re home.”
Without so much as a discussion, Beck led me up the stairs of my town house.
I punched the code, and the door opened with a click. Beck held it open for me as I entered, immediately kicking off my heels. My feet finally had a chance to breathe.
“Do you want some water or anything to drink?” I asked as I removed my earrings and set them on the hallway console.
Beck shook his head, his eyes darkening as he took me in. “I have an idea.”
My eyes flitted down to where the outline of his cock was threatening to rip his pants. I sank into my hip. “Is that so?”
He licked his lips and began stalking toward me. On instinct, I backed up, my ass hitting the console and sending it rocking.
Beck stalked closer, staring at me as electricity bounced between us.
My core ached.
God, I want this man.
I wanted him desperately.
Beck pulled something silver from the pocket inside his suit jacket.
My jaw dropped to the floor. “Handcuffs?”
Don't get me wrong, I'd tried them before, but it had been a while.
Beck gently encircled my wrist, turning my hand up and placing the metal bands into my palm. “You're going to tie me up and do whatever the fuck you want with me.”
I gulped. A little thrill zinged between my legs as I examined the handcuffs.
The man was serving himself up on a silver platter.
My heart thumped in my chest. The anxiety that had arisen the last time we tried to have sex was nowhere to be seen.
“Yes,” I said, nearly breathless. Rather than cower, I threw my shoulders back feeling more myself.
I tugged him toward the bedroom, and he let me push him onto the bed.
I tossed the handcuffs from one hand to another deciding what I was going to do with him. “Scoot back and put your hands on the bedposts.”
Beck’s dick twitched. He was just as into this as I was.
The glint in his eyes remained as I grabbed his hand and locked him to the bedpost. Painfully slow, I crawled over him, rather than walking around the bed.
He hissed. “You're a fucking tease.”
I nipped at his ear as my hands clicked the other cuff into place. “You love it.”
