The Proposal

Once Aidan finished convulsing, he wrapped his arms tightly around her before kissing a moist trail up her neck. “Damn, that was worth the wait.”

Since she could barely move, Emma murmured, “You think?”

“Oh yes.”

“I’m glad you think so. I wanted our first time making love as man and wife to be special.” Glancing at him, she grinned. “I’m not sure what we just did qualified as making love, but I’ll take it.”

Her body rose and fell with his laugher. “No, it wasn’t. I’ll make it up to you. Next time it’ll be slow and gentle—real lovemaking for my wife.” When he sucked on her earlobe, she shivered.

“Mmm, that sounds good.” Their moment was interrupted by Emma’s stomach rumbling.

“Guess you worked up an appetite, huh?” Aidan mused.

“I’m always hungry lately. Or I guess I should say Noah is always hungry lately.”

“Go on and raid the pantry.”

“You sure?”

With a cocky grin, he asked, “What kind of sex-obsessed ass**le would I be to deny you sustenance?”

“Hmm, your usual self?” she teased.

“Not funny.” He grunted before easing out of her and gently pushing her to her feet. When she wobbled a bit, his hands grabbed her waist. “Easy now. Let me help you out.” After he climbed out of the hot-tub, he took both of her hands in his to make sure she didn’t slip.

She rewarded his efforts with a kiss. “Thank you, my love.”

“You’re welcome.”

Two terry cloth robes hung behind the door, and after toweling off, Emma gladly threw on one. She padded down the hallway into the kitchen. Flinging open the massive stainless steel refrigerator door, she eyed the contents. Aidan must’ve placed quite an order for them because there was a huge vegetable tray, one of all kind of sandwich meats and cheeses, and a bowl of fresh fruit.

After grabbing the vegetable and fruit, her eyes landed on a can of whipped cream. Glancing back at the bedroom, she nibbled her lip and wondered if she had the sassiness to actually suggest it. Turning around, she placed the items on the counter before taking a deep breath and grabbing it. As she started munching on some carrots and celery, she knew what she really wanted. “Babe?” she called.

“Yeah?”

“Did you bring in that box of food that Grammy sent with the BBQ leftovers?”

“Hang on. I think it’s in here.”

While she heard him fumbling around in the mountain of suitcases, she opened the fruit bowl. She was half-way through it when he finally appeared. “Grammy’s to-go boxes look like luggage,” he mused.

“She’s serious about the Tupperware and containers.” Motioning to the floral bag, Emma said, “I bought her that from the Americus Mart in Atlanta.” Then something else caught her eye, and she gulped. “You found my handcuffs?”

A mischievous grin curved on his lips. “While looking for the leftovers, I found your treat bag.”

Her cheeks warmed at the thoughts of some of the items. “Most of what was in there were joke gifts from my lingerie shower. Not real stuff for us to use.”

“Then why did you bring them?”

She shrugged. “I was in a hurry, so I just threw it all in the bag.”

Aidan twirled the furry green handcuffs on his finger. “You don’t want to try these?”

Nibbling on her lip, she said, “I will if you will.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Slowly she walked around the side of the counter. Aidan hadn’t even bothered putting on a robe or any clothes. She snatched the handcuffs off his finger with one hand while she brought her other to his chest. Pushing him, she directed him over to one of the kitchen chairs. “Sit,” she instructed.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, a curious gleam in his eye.

Opening up one of the cuffs, she took his hand. Without protesting, Aidan let her snap it around his wrist. Walking behind him, she pulled his other hand back and then cuffed him. Aidan tugged against the binding, but it didn’t give. “Hmm, am I your prisoner now?”

“Maybe.”

Glancing over her shoulder, the can of whipped cream caught her eye. When she started over to get it, Aidan shimmied around in the chair. “Where are you going?”

She grinned back at him. “You’ll see.” She grabbed the can then made her way back over to him.

He gazed at the can and then cocked his brows at her. “And just what do you plan to do with that?”

“Why eat it of course.” She shook it up and then popped off the top. Leaning over, she squirted a zigzagging line from his chest-bone down to his belly button. Aidan jerked at the cold liquid hitting his skin. Straddling him, she eased down on his lap. When she licked her lips in anticipation, Aidan’s growing erection bucked between them. She stared down at it and grinned. “Down boy. You’ll get your turn.”

Aidan groaned at the insinuation and let his head fall back. She brought her mouth to his chest and started licking and sucking off the whipped cream. Aidan’s breath hitched as she went further down, nibbling and tasting his skin. Just when she got to his erection, she started her way back up his chest. He let out a frustrated gasp of air and bucked his hips. Once she had licked his chest clean, she climbed off his lap.

“Stand up.”

“Wait-what?” Aidan frantically asked.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Do you honestly think I’m getting on my knees on this hardwood?” She made a tsking noise. “You gotta work with me Big Papa.”

A relieved look flashed on his face. “Thank God.”

She brought her lips to his, giving him a long, lingering kiss. Aidan swept his tongue around her mouth and over her lips, searching out the sweetness of the whipped cream. Sliding her hand between them, she worked her fingers over his hardness.

Aidan moaned against her lips. She released him and then broke their kiss to ease down in the chair. His hands fought against the cuffs. “Take off your robe,” he commanded.

She glanced up at him and shook her head. “Please?” he croaked.

“You really want me naked?”

“Mmm, you know I always want to see you. Your br**sts, your legs, your pu**y.”

“Aidan!” she squealed dropping the whipped cream.

“What?”

“I can’t believe you said that word!”

“Which one?” he teased.