kissing her, nipping her skin while she rode his hand. “That’s it baby,” he said into her flesh. “Come for me.”
He was circling her clit, stroking her faster and faster. But at his words, he pushed against it. A quick stab shot her straight to the moon.
She cried out, arching as she bore down on his hand. He kept pulsing the pressure, up against her over and over while her orgasm crashed through her.
It lasted forever and not long enough. Her knees gave out and she fell away from his reach. It was fine though. She felt wonderful, and he was obviously pleased with himself. She was on the floor now, looking up at his grin. Languor making her legs weak and her gaze soft. And once again, her words tumbled out.
“I was wrong.”
“What, baby?”
“I was wrong,” she repeated as she slowly stretched her legs out. Mmmmm, she felt amazing. Her head dropped against the desk as she looked at him, all big and stunning even handcuffed to a chair.
“About?”
“I thought I wanted to be in complete control, but…” She shook her head. “It’s more fun to play together.”
He lifted his arms. “So uncuff me and I’ll show you—”
Ding dong.
She looked up. So did he.
“Electrician?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Not until tomorrow.”
“Oh. Then—”
Ding dong.
Suddenly she remembered. “Oh shit. It’s Wednesday.”
“It’s Thursday.”
“I know. But he’s just like me. Can’t keep track of time.” She snatched up the key, her mind working overtime. If she was right, he’d start banging on the door in about three seconds.
Mike was already working on the leather cuff. “Who is it?”
She couldn’t get the damned key past the pink feathers and into the lock. He was moving too much, so she abandoned him to pull on her shorts.
Bang bang bang.
Yup. There he was.
She fumbled zipping up her cutoffs. She glanced at Mike, her sense of the ridiculous making her giggle. At least he’d gotten one cuff off and was now scanning the floor for the other key. She tried to tell him she had it, but it was too late.
She heard the front door open. Oh hell. Only one person had the other key to her house. She grabbed her tee, pulling it down.
“Tori? Honey, are you here?”
She straightened the shirt then fluffed out her hair. “Coming, Daddy!” she called.
Mike’s head shot up. “Daddy?” he mouthed.
She nodded, then dashed out the door, nearly tripping as she flew down the stairs. “Hi there!” she called, hugging her father tight.
Then there were the usual pleasantries. The how are you, where’s Mom, what’s going on type questions. It wasn’t until they’d wandered into the kitchen together that she thought to wonder what the hell was taking Mike so long. He couldn’t be hiding up there, could he?
So she went to the bottom of the stairs. “Mike?” she called. “Come on down. I want you to meet my father.” Silence. “Mike?”
“There someone up there?” her father asked, coming to join her.
“Yeah,” she said. “My neighbor. You’ll like him.”
The two of them climbed the stairs and headed for the office. Surely he’d had plenty of time to get himself together by now.
“Mike?” she repeated, then they rounded the corner to see fully into the office.
Which is when she realized that she still had the key to the pink fuzzy cuffs in her hand.
Chapter Eleven
Mike had one prayer: Don’t come up here. Don’t come up here. It was her father, for God’s sake. And he was sitting handcuffed to her desk chair with his shorts undone. And no matter how he tried, he wasn’t going to be able to hide the pink fuzzies.
Never in the history of his dating girls had he ever made a good impression on a father. He was too big and—in his younger years—too wild. For once, he really wanted to show himself to be a decent guy to a dad. Just once.
But in this, his prayers were not answered, and up they came. First Tori’s light step, quickly followed by the heavy tread of her father’s. Fuck. He tried one last time to button his fly and failed again. At least he wasn’t bursting out of it anymore. Nothing like having the girl’s father walk in to cause massive shrinkage.
One last useless jerk of his arm—the damn chair was made out of steel—and then they were there. He tried to twist so the cuffs weren’t in view. It didn’t matter as Tori blushed an adorable pink and held up the key.
“I’m so sorry, Mike. I completely