Misadventures With My Billionaire Boss (Big Sky Boyfriends #3)

Chapter 5

5

My cell phone startled me awake. At first, I didn't know where I was, or why I was so blissfully warm. It all came back with wonderful clarity as I felt Sam's body pressed against my back, like two spoons in a drawer. Sam's arm was wrapped over me, my breast nestled in the palm of his hand. Being handcuffed wasn't as bad as I first imagined, although the small gathering of clothes that was trapped was a little awkward.

Ring! I groaned, not wanting to move. Leaning forward, I bent at the waist to grab my jeans off the floor. Sam sighed as I tugged on his arm to reach into the pocket. “My hand was happy,” he said, his voice rough and sleepy.

My breast had been happy, too, my nipple going instantly hard at the cool air. Grabbing my cell, I flopped back on the bed, Sam still on his side next to me. His hand slid my open shirt and sweater out of the way to return to its happy place, his fingers doing very distracting things I liked very much.

“Hello,” I said into the phone, feeling my nipple harden further beneath his touch. It was going to be a very short call because I gasped when he gave me a playful pinch—which he knew I liked.

“MeMe! What's this strange voicemail? You're stuck in handcuffs? Please tell me it's to someone who's super-hot and sexy!” Goldie's very perky voice was loud enough that Sam opened his eyes and quirked a brow.

“Super-hot and sexy?” he whispered and waggled his eyebrows.

“MeMe? Are you there?” Goldie asked.

“MeMe?” Sam repeated.

I swatted his hand off my breast, ignoring his question. I couldn't talk to Goldie with that kind of distraction.

“Yes, I'm here and handcuffed to someone. You didn't include the keys in the gift box. Are you insane?”

Sam lay there next to me, eyes closed, sexy as can be, his chest hair and flat abs peeking out from between the sides of his dress shirt, now completely wrinkled and mussed from sleeping—and quite a bit of not-sleeping—in it. He smiled broadly, clearly amused. He didn't seem bothered by this at all.

“Keys? Of course I put the keys in the box. That wouldn't have been safe.” Goldie sounded offended.

“What are you talking about?” I turned away from Sam and covered my hand over the phone. I yanked at the shoulder of my sweater to pull it back in place. “Goldie, I had to...to pee in front of someone else!” I whispered. We'd done more on the first date than the average couple.

I felt a tug on my wrist but didn't turn around.

“Who are you stuck to? You never said, is he hot?” Goldie asked, persistent.

“Sam.”

“Sam? The guy you were talking about at the store the other day?”

I turned and looked at Sam over my shoulder, did a double take, then whipped around to face him, the tails of my shirt flopping open. He was sitting there, half naked, holding up a tiny key.

Stunned, I just sat there staring at him, processing, ignoring whatever Goldie was chattering on about. “You had it?” I asked him.

Sam smiled wickedly. “I wanted you all to myself, and I figured this was the only way to guarantee you wouldn't bolt before you heard me out.”

“You had the key, all this time?” I repeated. I didn't know what to think. He'd tricked me. Lured me to his bed by underhanded plans. Had he been right? Would I have given him the time to explain why he'd walked away that night in Seattle? I'd like to think so, but I couldn't be sure anymore. Too much had happened, too much had changed in the past seven hours.

“MeMe?” Goldie said through the phone.

I looked at Sam. Really looked at him. He was smiling at me, but it was tentative. Contrite, like a little boy who knew he'd done wrong. He had a crease in his brow and his free hand played with the white sheet.

Was I mad? I didn't feel mad. Okay, I was a little mad. How dare he take away my choice!

He hadn’t exactly forced me into anything. If I’d told him no at any point, he’d have stopped. And if I’d hated him, I was sure he’d have pulled out the key and set me free. But it had been hot being stuck together. Wild.

At the same time though, I was...happy. He'd locked himself to me because he wanted me. So much that he was willing to risk my anger when the truth was discovered.

He'd seduced me. Pure and simple. It had started at the party with the kiss under the mistletoe with three sets of covered eyes and... hadn’t stopped yet. I still wanted him. My body was screaming, “More! I want more!”

Once he turned that little key in the lock, I wasn't going to run away. He sat there, looking at me, expecting me to do just that. But I wanted him even without the handcuffs, to get to know him with two free hands.

I smiled. Big and bright. “You had the key the whole time.”

“You're not mad?” he questioned, one eyebrow raised. Cautious. Still locked together, he couldn't escape my wrath.

I shook my head. “It's the most romantic thing that's ever happened to me.” I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry with happiness.

“MeMe!” Goldie shouted, sounding angry at being ignored.

Sam tugged on the handcuffs, pulling me into him. “So, you and Goldie had talked about me, huh?”

I nodded and I felt my cheeks heat.

“That's really good to hear,” he said. “I like your nickname. MeMe. But I'd like to change it.” He lowered his head to mine for a quick kiss, then moved to nibble down my neck. His hands drifted over me, one hand settling on my breast, the other lower. I whimpered and writhed.

“MeMe!” Goldie shouted again, but we both ignored her.

“Oh?” I asked, hitting End on the phone. And Goldie.

“How about MineMine?”