The Proposal (The Proposition #2)(71)

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.

Knowing he wouldn’t let up until she said it, she whispered, “*.”

He chuckled. “What would you rather me say? Your cu—”

Her hand flew over his mouth to silence him, and she shook her head wildly. “No, no! That one is even worse.”

When she took her hand away, a smirk curved on his lips. “Emma, did you not enjoy me stroking and licking your pu**y tonight?”

“Please stop saying that!” She bent over to pick up the whipped cream can.

“When I get out of these handcuffs, I’m going to finger your—”

She shot him a warning look. “I mean it, Aidan.”

A wicked grin flashed on his face. “You’re going to beg me to f**k your…down there.”

Fighting not to smile, she said, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to use the sash of this robe to gag you so I don’t have to hear you anymore.”

Aidan chuckled. “At least that means you’d be naked.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Come on, babe. I just saw every inch of you fifteen minutes ago.”

“Fine, fine. If it’ll shut you up,” she huffed. She untied the sash, and the bulky robe fell from her body.

Aidan gave her an appreciative wink. “Thank you, beautiful.”

She glanced shyly up at him. “You’re welcome.”

Cocking his head, he then asked, “Now will you please suck me off?”

Emma busted out laughing. “When you ask nicely like that, of course I will,” she teased. She waved the can of whipped cream at him. “But let’s sweeten the pot, okay?”

“Mmm, okay.”

After squirting a considerable about of whipped cream into the palm of her hand, she started slathering Aidan’s cock. He shuddered and closed his eyes. When she leaned over to flick her tongue across the tip, he groaned. She slid her tongue from the root back to the tip, nipping and licking off the sweetness. Then she gripped him in one hand and swept him into her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks, she suctioned him hard.