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others had finally all staggered off to bed, leaving Steele nursing his drink alone. He’d finally tossed it back, knowing he had to head to bed eventually.
    Now it was very late, and he was tired. Which was just as well. Hopefully, he’d fall into bed and go straight to sleep.
    He pushed open the door. The room was dark, except for the dim light of the moon glowing in the window. He could see the rounded shape of the young woman lying in his bed, one arm extended over her head and attached to the bedpost by the handcuffs.
    He stripped off his jeans and T-shirt, then drew back the covers and slid in beside her. Her back was to him, and he closed his eyes, trying to ignore her soft, warm body so close by, but he couldn’t. His cock swelled at the thought she wore only a thin T-shirt over her naked body. And she was only inches away from him.
    He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come. He was tired. Exhausted, actually. He should be able to drift off easily.
    But his cock had other ideas. He’d had more to drink than he should have, and maybe he wasn’t thinking as clearly as he should be, but it seemed to him there’d be nothing wrong if he just drew her soft body close to his. He wouldn’t
do
anything.
    And she’d snuggled up to him last night.
    He shifted toward her and wrapped his arm around her waist, then drew her close to him. She was warm and soft, and her hair smelled of wild flowers.
    *
    Laurie woke up the minute the door opened. She’d felt him climb into bed behind her. She’d lain very still, hoping he’d just go to sleep, and at first she thought he had, but then he’d moved toward her. His arm slid around her and drew her close.
    She tried to keep her body relaxed, hoping he’d think she was asleep. Hoping he’d move away. But when he pulled her a little tighter, she could feel his cock hard against her back and she stiffened. She could smell alcohol on his breath and … oh, God, he was obviously turned on. Was he going to do something about it? Would he … force her?
    “What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice quavering.
    “Fuck, I’m not going to
do
anything,” he responded, his speech a little slurred. “I keep telling you that. I don’t know why you don’t fucking believe me.”
    “Maybe because you’re holding on to me and … well, you’re clearly turned on.”
    He cursed under his breath. “Is that a crime? Being turned on?”
    He rolled away and got out of the bed, then started pulling on his clothes. He strode to the door and grabbed the doorknob.
    “Wait. Before you go …”
    “What?” he asked impatiently.
    “I … have to go to the bathroom.”
    He scowled, but he walked to the dresser and picked up the key to the handcuffs, then walked to the bed and released her wrist. She scooted from the bed and headed to the bathroom. When she returned, he cuffed her again. As he stepped away, she noticed that the cuff around her wrist hadn’t closed as tightly as before.
    As soon as the door closed behind him, she grabbed the cuff with her free hand and tucked her thumb into her palm and pulled her other hand against the metal, trying to wiggle it free. She stared at the door, willing him not to come back. After a few moments, with no sign of his returning footsteps, she finally pulled her hand free.
    She stood up and peered out the window. She could see Steele walking in the moonlight outside, heading toward the beach. If she could sneak downstairs and get out the front door, which was on the opposite side of the cabin, maybe she could get away.
    She pulled on the clothes Raven had brought her earlier, then walked to the door. She pulled it open and peered into the hall. The way was clear, so she slipped from the room and tiptoed down the stairs.
    As she stepped toward the door and reached for the doorknob, she saw a shadow in the window. Oh, God, Steele must be coming back. She leaped back from the door and scurried into the kitchen. She raced into