“And sex,” she muttered then flushed.
“And sex,” I agreed. “But we’re not going to have sex tonight,” I told her clearly and was so fucking gratified by the disappointment that flashed over her face. “Instead, we’re going to watch a movie together, and then we’re going to get some sleep.” I left our sleeping arrangements ambiguous, even though I intended to settle her in the guest room.
“Oh,” she breathed, examining her bound wrists under the light, then looked me in the eye. “Then I’m green, Sir.”
Fuck me, I wanted to bend her over and reward her with endless orgasms for being such a good fucking girl for me. But that was not why she’d called me.
“Good girl,” I said, indicating the pillows. “Sit.” Whenshe moved to kneel, I had to hold in my smile. “Just sit. Get comfortable.”
Eva settled awkwardly, since she couldn’t use her hands to balance on the way down, and I started a movie—an anodyne action flick. I dropped into the couch and gently cupped her cheek, pressing her to lean her head against my knee.
To my delight, Eva nuzzled my leg before adjusting her position so she could lean against me more comfortably.
She kept forgetting her wrists were bound, only to giggle when she scratched her nose, or growl in frustration when she tried to push her hair out of her face.
“Let me,” I said softly and tucked her riot of curls behind her ear.
“That’s so nice,” she said, so quietly, I wondered if she’d intended me to hear.
At some point, she shifted so she was sitting cross-legged but made sure we were still touching, her knee pressed into my calf. She arched her back and reached her hands over her head to stretch, and god, she was so fucking beautiful—outside and in. What had we been thinking, giving her up?
During a lull in the action, she looked up at me and asked, “Can we talk about Jed Carter? He’s escalating.”
I ran my fingers down the back of her head, letting them float in and out of her curls, tugging, but not so hard it would hurt. “Yeah, baby girl. We have to talk about a lot of things. But can it wait until tomorrow?”
Instead of arguing with me like I expected, she nodded and turned back to the movie.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Eva looked up in surprise.
“Don’t move,” I said. “It’s food.”
She grinned. “Don’t leave your tablet where I can find it this time.”
My breath caught at the teasing.
“Too soon?” she asked, her face stricken, and fuck, I melted for this woman.
“Not at all.”
“Alek—” Eva murmured, her eyes caught on mine. “Sir, you should smile more often.”
I bent to kiss the crown of her head then went to accept the delivery.
When I returned to the couch, she smiled up at me, and, despite her swollen eyes and her pink nose, she was clearly in a better place than before.
“How’re you doing?” I asked her.
She thought about it, and I loved that. She looked at her wrists, wiggled a little bit to work the stiffness out, and then her stomach growled. “Hungry.”
I sat back down and put the takeout containers beside me on the opposite side of her, then opened the first one.
“Oh, that smells amazing.”
“Open,” I commanded her and then fed her a bite of a mozzarella stick. She chewed then waited for me to give her another bite.
“Is this how we’re going to eat everything?”
