"Yes." Celeste quipped with a twinkle in her eye.

She pushed Nathaniel back onto the bed, reached for the nightstand drawer, and pulled out the handcuffs they'd used before. She quickly snapped them around his wrists.

"Playing for real, huh?" Nathaniel squirmed slightly, creating a jingling sound.

With his hands now restrained, he was completely at Celeste's mercy as she methodically unbuttoned his shirt.

Beneath her hands, his muscles were lean and firm; Celeste ...