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Then he stilled again. "Cad," I barely breathed, a mixture of annoyance and arousal warring inside.
"This past year must have been horrible for you with me always hanging around.
He lifted the lid and held up a set of metal handcuffs, putting the box on top of the ottoman. Without a word, he supported my neck to help me sit up, removed my top and bra, and then secured my hands behind my back.
I couldn't remember. You hadn't said anything about that night.
It was déjà vu waking to the smell of turkey. The sounds of Christmas music.
Chris actually growled behind me, and Dirk retreated, his hands clasped in front of him.