Hurricanes and Handcuffs: A Red Hot Cajun Nights Story by Jodi Redford

Author:Jodi Redford [Redford, Jodi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-02-03T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Jax disposed of the condom and climbed back into bed with Gabbi. Her luscious curves an enticement he couldn’t resist, he trailed his fingers over the gentle dip of her waist. She played with his nipple, the lazy circling on his areola stoking his lusty cravings. Lowering his head, he nuzzled the side of her neck, her blissful sighs and sweet feminine scent officially scrambling his brain cells.

He rolled her onto her back and cruised his mouth down to her breast. Plumping the soft mound with his hand, he kissed the stiffened peak before teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He suckled her nipple until she was squirming and gasping beneath him. Satisfied he’d worked her into a proper frenzy, he licked his way to her stomach and rimmed her bellybutton. Her abdominal muscles quivered, giving him a wicked idea.

He pushed up onto his knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. Gabbi sent him a confused frown. “Where are you going?”

“Downstairs. Need to grab a few things.”

She propped herself up on her elbows and gaped at him. “Are you freakin’ kidding me right now?”

“Nope. Be back in a flash.”

“You better be, or I’ll finish this without you.”

Her cranky pronouncement stalled him in mid-step. Pivoting on his heel, he strode to the nightstand and tugged open the bottom drawer. He located the pair of fur-lined handcuffs and returned to Gabbi. Calmly meeting her wide-eyed stare, he fished the chain around a headboard slat and clicked the cuffs around her wrists. “You were saying?”

“Well played, you crafty son of a bitch.”

Chuckling, he abandoned the master suite and jogged down the stairs to the solarium. He fetched one of the silver trays and loaded it up with the supplies for his feast before detouring to the kitchen for a couple of garbage bags.

Gabbi’s bemused gaze locked on the tray when he ambled into the bedroom. “Really? You’re going to have a snack now?”

“Mm hm. And it’s going to be mighty tasty.” He smacked his lips and plopped the tray on the foot of the bed. He took a moment to admire the decadent visual of her naked and handcuffed to the headboard, her scrumptious body his to do with as he pleased. Transferring his attention to his stash of supplies, he grabbed the trash bags and ripped them at the seams before arranging them beneath her.

Judging from her slack-jawed expression, she’d finally figured out that she was part of his snack. Her gaze darted to the tray. “Do you have any idea the mess all of that could make?”

“Hence the trash bags.” He snatched the shot glass. He’d debated using the actual hurricane glass but ultimately decided it’d be too difficult to keep balanced. The goal was to make this challenging. Not downright impossible. He planted the cocktail right above her navel. “Here’s how this is going to work. Manage not to spill that the entire time I’m eating and I’ll let you come.”

“W-what if I do spill it?”

“Then no orgasm for you, and I make you suck me off.

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