Page 19 of Cinnamon Strudel
Once they’d cleaned the kitchen, he took her into his Lego room. God, what a fucking nerd he was.
“Oh, it’s Hogwarts!”
He wandered over to the table, grabbing the set he’d picked out for her. “I got you this.”
She took it and squirmed happily. “A Christmas candle! I love it!”
Ruby immediately tore open the box and got to work, so he sat down in front of his castle.
Immersed in the bricks, it didn’t take long before Ruby admired her finished candle. “That was fun and oddly satisfying.”
“I have another one if you’d like it?”
“You do?”
He nodded and crossed the room to grab Santa’s Post Office. “It’s a little more complicated.”
“Wait…” she said, taking the box from him. “Did you have them just laying around?”
“No.”
“You bought them for me?”
“I did.”
When he sat down, he found himself in her arms, wrapped in a tight squeeze that melted his insides. “Thank you.”
They silently worked on their respective pieces, losing track of time. When she announced she was done with her second piece, it coincided with Blue’s nightly walk. “Perfect timing—Blue and I need to step out.”
“Very trusting of you to leave me all by myself in your apartment.”
He cocked his brow. “If you tell me what you’re looking for, I’ll just point you in the right direction.”
“What’s the fun in that? But I am looking for some comfy clothes.”
“Anything that you find suitable in my closet is yours to take.”
“So, no whips and chains?”
His lips curled, a picture of Ruby bound to his bed with leather restraints painting itself right at the forefront of his mind. “No whips.”
The moment of silence felt deadly, so when her shaky voice broke it, he could barely hold back a sigh of relief. “My jaw’s dropped. You’re kinky, aren’t you?”
“A little.”
“I’m not. Well, I haven’t been in the past…”
“Maybe with time you’ll let me change that.”
Without another word, he turned and called for Blue.
Ruby
She stared after Morgan, needing a few moments to collect herself. Once she managed to put her swirling thoughts aside—along with the images of herself tied up in some dungeon—she walked down the hallway where she’d gotten a peek at his bedroom. Hesitantly, she stepped in, only to find a rather unspectacular room.
God, why had she expected to see chains hanging from the ceiling?
But at the same time, her skin tingled. She’d never been brave enough to experiment in the bedroom. Though the thought had crossed her mind a few times, she hadn’t felt comfortable enough with Rick to express that.
