Time to teach him a new lesson. He could burn with her…
Erin untied her bathrobe and let it fall to the floor.
“Come here, sexy Fire Chief.”
* * *
The beauty of being with Erin Hudgens was that she owned who she was. After she admitted what was bothering her, she moved past it without a shred of regret and moved onto the sexy.
And holy hell was she sexy and all over his uniform. When she stripped down to a silky red teddy with nothing underneath it, he didn’t stop her from tearing his uniform shirt off.
Literal tearing because she snapped six buttons off his white dress shirt and ripped open the pocket in her haste. All he could do was gape in awe as his poor logical brain struggled to keep pace. His cock was taking over, and her wet pussy straddled his hard-on. She’d produced twine from God-knew where and was tying him to his chair.
The last time she’d been in a mood like this, she’d gagged him with his tie. Two minutes ago, they had been in the midst of a fight, and now, she’d called him ‘Fire Chief’ instead of ‘Noah.’
He had to clear the air while he could still think. “Wait.” She paused. “Is this a power thing? Or a forbidden thing? Or an angry at me because of the Sexiest Guy thing?”
“No.” She went back to securing his wrists with tight knots.
“Erin, stop, really. I mean it.” He recognized how it was ridiculous that he—a straight, red-blooded male—would consider turning down naughty dirty sex with Erin Hudgens. “We should talk. I don’t want you to think I’d lie for sex—”
“I’m not mad.” She kissed his open mouth, stopping his words by thrusting her tongue inside. His resistance was fading, his bones turning to water.
He tested his bonds to the chair. Her rope-work instructors in Seattle must have been quite proud of her skills. “You’re not? Because—”
“I understand what you had to do. Out there, you are following the rules, helping the department, saving the city. Both of us abide by protocol all day long. Here, however, I get to see you undone, uncontrolled—the real you. And when I have the Sexiest Fire Chief in my clutches, I’m going to make sure he’s so satisfied, he doesn’t mind it at all.”
Noah didn’t try to move; he was transfixed watching her magnificence. “You’re out of control.”
He wasn’t even sure which of them he was talking to—her or him.
“Fire is uncontrollable, too.” Erin dragged his pants down his unresistant body. She hauled her teddy up and impaled herself on his waiting cock. She sampled his collarbone with her teeth and breathed into his ear. “Let’s burn together.”
Chapter 27
Noah woke up on Veteran’s Day morning and saw his worst fears confirmed. A winter storm advisory from the weather service warned of heavy rain followed by a powerful snowstorm overnight. Yesterday, he’d put out an email to all firehouses to prepare for blizzard conditions. His secretaries had been tasked with calling each captain to confirm they were ready for the weather and possible staffing issues. This included discussing with the outgoing shifts the option of staying at the firehouse and working an overtime double.
The night had been restless, watching the temperature drop and listening to the howling snowstorm through the night. The Mayor usually declared snow emergencies, though any city official could. Mayor Duncan occasionally waited till the morning light revealed the issues and likely considered haste less important due to the holiday.
Now at 0800, Noah saw there was no mercy from Mother Nature. His neighborhood was scattered with downed trees. Water froze on the branches, weighing them down, and then the mass of the snow did the rest. Worse, it was a Federal holiday, which meant ODOT and the city plows would be understaffed and overwhelmed should they even attempt to clear the roads. There would be downed power lines, heating and cooking related fires popping up everywhere, on top of snow related MVAs.
Bundling up, Noah called Dispatch and spoke with them for a few minutes. They worked long shifts and planned on hunkering down there. Overnight, there had been few calls since the snow had kept everyone indoors. They accepted his order for a Level 3 snow emergency. No one was to be on the road except emergency workers. His next phone calls to HQ and his own office were answered with ominous silence.
He scraped off his Chief Car and chose a course of action. The Chief needed to get on CCFD property, ideally HQ, but he could use another firehouse if necessary. HQ would be less helpful without staff or power.
The ice formed towering and unstable fountains on roofs and trees. The freeways would be desolate but unplowed. Best to avoid them.
Instead, he picked his way through the West Side neighborhood toward HQ in downtown Cleveland. The SUV struggled in the deep snow, and he was forced to make multiple route changes between the parked cars, fallen trees, and impassable snowed-in stretches. Nothing was plowed and there were few tire tracks.
Thankful for the small blessing of people staying home thus far, he crept further east and south than he’d intended. The snow was falling steadily but less than last night, and not whiteout conditions.
He came to a stop at a car accident. A tree had fallen on a small, white, two-door coupe. A canary yellow compact car had stopped behind it to help. Someone in a bright teal jacket struggled to open the driver’s side door of the white car.
Noah recognized the driver immediately, except she’d been naked the last time he saw her.
Almost two weeks ago, he’d spent a blissful hour tied to a chair and then blindfolded on Erin’s bed for another hour before ordering pizza. He was fairly certain the Domino’s delivery guy believed they had an ongoing orgy. Noah always answered the door partially dressed rather than let anyone see Erin’s assets. They’d eaten pizza, and then it’d been Noah’s turn with the blindfold.
Since then, he had been so busy at work, he hadn’t made it back. One night, he slept on his office couch after a twenty-car pileup on 271. Her Saturday shift shot most of the last weekend.
