“Oh, now that’s a pretty picture.” Aden’s voice was too close for him not to be in the loft. Darren hadn’t even heard him come up the staircase. “You squeeze like that because you’re thinking of me, gorgeous?”
“Of course, sunshine.” Darren looked over his shoulder. “You don’t expect me to call you sir, do you?”
Aden snorted. “Please. Like I need a title to top you.” When he came around the side of the bed, Darren got the first good look at what he held. Leather. Lots of it. Except for the length of chain link that looked strangely like a leash. “Grab the headboard. I’m going to cuff you to it.”
Darren obeyed, holding one of the bars between his palms and locking his fingers together. He didn’t even twitch as Aden buckled one leather cuff around his wrist, and then secured that to his ot
