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glass of water and sliced lime, draining it to cool myself down. We
had all night, I didn’t want to rush this. I grabbed a bowl and opened the
freezer, removing the ice cube tray and popping some into the bowl, then strode
back to the bedroom purposefully.
     

    Summer
    I pulled at my restraints, but they were firmly
fixed, I was going nowhere until he released me. The thought was more appealing
than I’d ever anticipated. I hadn’t spent fourteen months getting to know him
for nothing. He cared for me, really cared for me, maybe even more, but
we’d not discussed our feelings, just our lives, our hopes and aspirations, our
days at work, movies, books and sex. We’d discussed sex in great detail, which
I sometimes think made things even harder for us both, when we were trying to
refrain. I don’t know how long I’d have held off getting into bed with him
again, I mean you could spend a lifetime with someone and not really know them.
The moment I knew that I was safe with him, that I could trust him to take
things further, was a couple of weeks ago. I was on set filming and he’d come
to watch in the wings, like he often did if I was filming late.
    It was the peak of summer time, boiling hot, and
I’d been on set for ten hours and had skipped lunch to try to get finished
early to go out with him. I’d suddenly had a dizzy spell and wobbled on my
feet. Before Daron, my self-absorbed co-star, had even noticed, Lucas had raced
over and caught me, right before I nearly fainted. He’d carried me to the paramedics’
ambulance, always stationed on site, and despite their assurances that I’d be
ok, he told the producer in no uncertain terms what he thought and that I was
done for the day. He’d carried me to his car and took me home, then had put me
in my bed and had gone to cook me something to eat. He’d insisted on sleeping
on top of my duvet next to me all night, to keep an eye on me. I’d known then
that he was the man I wanted. He’d spent money on me, purchased me gifts, sent
me untold bouquets of flowers, taken me out for expensive meals, but it was
that one simple night that had made up my mind. A night when he showed me the
type of man he was, and I realised that Lucas Steel was the just the man I
wanted. All that stood between us now, was whether I could handle this side of
him, the one side I hadn’t seen. And whether I lived up to his expectations of course.
    I took a deep breath as the bedroom door opened
again and he walked in, his eyes narrowing and nostrils flaring as he took in
my body, from head to toe. I blushed. I was virtually naked and it had been a
long time since he’d seen me like that. His lips curled into a sexy smile, as
he put a porcelain bowl down on his desk, then pulled the handcuffs out of his
jacket pocket and placed them next to the bowl. I was breathing faster as I
watched him, trying to imagine what was coming next. He shrugged off his suit
jacket, carefully hanging it on the back of his chair and then moved to undo
his cufflinks. He was taking his time, building up the anticipation and man ,
was it working! The cufflinks landed with a loud clunk in a glass bowl that was
already on his desk, which looked as if it contained coins. He held my gaze as
he slowly rolled his white shirt sleeves up. I could feel my chest heaving. Who
would have thought that the sight of a naturally bronzed forearm, covered in a dusting
of dark hair would be a turn on? After diligently making sure each sleeve
matched, he toed off his leather shoes and bent to remove his socks. Even his
feet were beautiful. He was simply male perfection. I felt my eyes stinging
with tears as I looked at him.
    ‘Angel?’ He looked at me puzzled and quickly
walked over to me, palming my cheek with one hand. ‘What’s wrong?’
    ‘You’re just so … you take my breath away, Sir,’ I
whispered, wondering why this felt so embarrassing, telling him my feelings
felt so much more intimate than him staring at my naked