“Is there any special reason you have handcuff keys in your kitchen?”
“Sometimes I like a midnight snack, and I have to chain her to a counter.”
A wicked image of her restrained on the counter, spread wide like a feast, burst into bloom. Emery’s golden head between her thighs, his tongue thrusting in and out, his lips sucking on her clit…
“Now that looks like an interesting thought you just had. Care to share?”
“Nope, not sharing.” She was on fire, and he was just standing there putting dishes in the dishwasher. Ridiculous. This was all absolutely ridiculous. And yet, if he asked her to strip and get on the counter and spread her legs, she’d do it without a second thought.
He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he studied her. “Pity. It looked like it might
