“Oh shit—baby girl, what are you doing?” Jake says from behind me. “He can look, but he can’t touch,” I reply, arching up on my toes to tie him loosely to the supply shelf. Caleb smiles at me like the snake to the rabbit and I fight a hungry shiver. This man has layers. A little light bondage is only the beginning, I can tell. It would take nothing for him to tug his hands free, but I know he won’t. “He can boss us around,” I say, running my hands down his chest. “Until his hands come down, we do whatever he says.”
