Page 93 of Let Me Be Your Hero
“You really don’t mind that I’m a blacksmith?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“Well, I don’t think you’re precisely ablacksmith. Engineer. Inventor. Captain of industry. Take your pick. Although”—she twined her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and dropped her voice to a husky murmur—“I can think of several advantages to your facility for smithing.”
“Oh?” Archibald’s pulse was quickening, and his cock had hardened to iron. He began kissing his way across Izzie’s neck. As much as he was enjoying this conversation, he needed his wife rather desperately. “Do you have something specific you’d like me to build for you?”
“It happens that I do.” She leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Wrist shackles.”
He had been aiming a kiss for her ear, but he missed entirely, winding up face-first in the pillow. “Wrist… did you saywrist shackles?”
“Yes! You see, there’s a page in that book of Harrington’s that shows—”
Now Archibald was really breathing hard. “I’ve a fair idea what it shows.”
Izzie stroked his chest with teasing fingers. “And would you be interested?”
“Yes.”
She laughed at his hungry expression. “Good!”
She started to tug his lips down to hers, but Archibald paused, holding her delicate wrist up next to his thick one. “Wait… do you want me to build the shackles to fit your wrists? Or mine?” He couldn’t decide which scenario sounded better. He obviously loved the idea of being able to do anything he wanted to Izzie, especially because he suspected such a scenario would arouse her unbearably.
But he found that the idea of being at her mercy was alsoextremelyappealing.
She smiled up at him. “Why not both?”
Why not both, indeed? With this woman, he could be both a working-man and a white knight, both an industrialist and an intellectual.
He could be both a hammersmith and a hero.
He could be himself, and that was enough.
“Both it is.” His lips found hers, and there was no need for conversation for quite some time.
