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have to stop at one,” I said after a moment’s
hesitation.

 
    “I think you have to earn more kisses if you want them.”

 
    “How?” I was intrigued on what he might want in return.

 
    I watched the muscles in Shane’s chest bunch and stretch
as he leaned over me to grab something from the drawer in the nightstand next
to the bed. The silver handcuffs that appeared in my vision were definitely not
what I had been expecting him to get out of the drawer.

 
    “You want to cuff me?” I asked slightly confused. The
grin on his face answered my question.

 
    I paused my wine influenced fantasy to wonder how many other
women he had played this game with before, and was suddenly no longer
enthralled with the idea of seeing what would happen next.

 
    “Are you okay?” Shane’s voice snapped me firmly back into
reality.

 
    “Yup, just great,” I said wondering how long I’d been lost
in fantasyland.

 
    “Ready to be freed?”

 
    “I’ve been ready the moment Steph volunteered me.” I said
eagerly anticipating the moment when I could rub the feeling back into my
hands.

 
    The bed dipped as Shane sat down next to me and I couldn’t
stop myself from rolling into him. “Hi there,” he said looking down at me with
a grin. “Can I help you?”

 
    I tried unsuccessfully to push myself away from Shane so I
could answer without talking into his arm. After letting me struggle through
several failed attempts Shane placed an arm around my shoulders and helped me
sit back up.

 
    “Kind of you to let me struggle first.”

 
    “Kind is my middle name.”

 
    “Liar, it’s Malcolm. Or are you forgetting I’ve known you
since I was eight years old? I’ve heard your mother yell, Shane Malcolm
Williams, more times than I can count.”

 
    “I forgot you were around for that,” he said playing with
the key.

 
    “So, are you going to free me or not?” I asked staring
longingly at the metal key in his hand.

 
    “Sure,” Shane said before lying on his side on the bed
behind me. I felt his warm hand on my left wrist and then heard a soft click.
My wrists fell limply at my sides and I let out a soft moan as the tension in
my muscles started to relax.

 
    “Rolling your shoulders will help.” He said still on the bed
behind me.

 
    I nodded my head and slowly started to roll my shoulders.
There was a rustling noise from behind me and I looked over my shoulder to see
that Shane had flipped onto his back, the cuffs and key lying next to him
forgotten as he stared up at the ceiling. Catching my eye he patted the bed
next to him in silent invitation.

 
    As I settled in next to him I wondered drowsily if he had
ever had a woman my size in his bed before. Highly unlikely, I thought with a
scoff. I’d seen most of Shane’s dates and they tended to be slender blondes, my
curves would never have fit into their “oversized” sweats, let alone their
skinny jeans. The image of me trying to get into a pair of skin tight jeans
made me giggle, causing Shane to prop himself up on one arm and look down at
me.

 
    “What’s so funny?” He asked with a look on his face that
caused my breath to catch in my throat.

 
    There was no way I was going to admit I had been thinking
about the other women that had graced his bed so I just stared up at him,
studying his face. Wait a second, why was Shane giving me his bedroom eyes? I’d
seen that look on his face enough times over the years to know what it meant.
Hell, I’d wished for that look for years before I realized how futile it was. I
was suddenly acutely aware of how close we were, alone in his darkened bedroom…
in his bed.

 
    I sucked my lip in between my teeth, a nervous habit I swore
I’d break one day because it wreaked havoc on my desire to have smooth, unchapped
lips. Shane must have taken it as an invitation because his head slowly lowered
toward mine. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I watched his