“You ready to settle down and go to sleep?”
I laughed, feeling like a crazy person. “What do you mean?”
“Are you?”
“I’m going insane here.”
He laughed and shoved into me deeper. I’d thought he’d bottomed out already, but he spread me open just the slightest bit more. I arched my back, shivering against him, and pummeled my ass against his front.
“Oh, you’re so sweet,” he said softly. He urged me onto my stomach, and I screamed into the pillow when my face landed on it. He took both my hands in his, threading his fingers between mine, planted his knees on the outside of my thighs, and then pulled out. I shook my head, didn’t want him to go, but I didn’t have to worry because he fucked back in hard. I turned my head to say something, not sure what, and ended up yelling out something unintelligible as he slammed me again. It was too much pressure on my insides. All I could feel was the rush of fire through my veins, and I nearly came.
“Sir,” I whined, and he stopped messing around. He fucked me brutally fast. The orgasm coiled in me, bright and overwhelming, and rather than in my groin, it seemed like it was starting deep inside me, in my ass, where he was abusing my prostate in the best way possible. I curled my toes into the mattress and every muscle I had clenched.
“Sir,” I sobbed and he stopped. The motherfucker stopped.
“You’re going to let me take care of you from now on, right? Aren’t my ideas good ones?” he murmured into my ear.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped out.
“Don’t you want someone to take care of you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then let me do it.” He nipped my ear again. Two more strokes in and out of me and I was incoherent. My orgasm rolled me harder than any drug I’d ever had, and I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think as my dick spat cum everywhere. I felt so incredible it was almost painful. When I was done, I lay in his arms gasping and wiping at my cheeks. He settled us onto our sides again, one arm under my head, the other on my belly, and he cuddled up close behind me, his cock still deep in my ass.
“Go to sleep,” he whispered.
“Sir?” My voice was wrecked, barely a scratch of sound in the darkness.
“You don’t need to think about anything else tonight except me holding you and stretching you out for my pleasure.”
Moaning, I rested back against him. “Yes, Sir.”
* * *
The day dragged worsethan any workday I’d ever experienced in my life. All day Madden had kept popping his head into my office to give me his excited little-boy-with-a-secret grin that made him look precisely twelve. I yelled at him each time he did it, but that only made him laugh and find other excuses to bother me. Jayce had to work at the police station, and even though he’d planned on stopping by at lunch, he couldn’t. Who knew there was still other crime in New Gothenburg? He found plenty of it to deal with.
So, I’d hadJayceon my mind all day. He was tricky for someone who hadn’t done much playing. I was beginning to think the fact that he didn’t seem to have some sort of BDSM script he was following in his head—he was exploring and having fun—might make him the perfect Dom. There were softer moments between us, but I certainly couldn’t call them dull. Yeah, he hadn’t held me down and given me any of those spankings he’d alluded to yet, but the sparkle he had in his eye when I’d asked if he had a toy stash somewhere I didn’t know about had me fixating on him during every spare moment I had.
What else did he have up his sleeve? Or was that, what other kinds of sleeves did he have for his cock?Jesus.
At seven he’d texted me and told me I’d better have my ‘arse’ outside in five minutes or he’d be coming in to find it. So I’d packed up at high speed. He’d met me at my car with a kiss that had stolen my breath and made me feel shy. I hated that, but he’d only smiled, cupped my cheeks, and kissed me harder. I’d been so embarrassed I almost hurt myself trying to get into my car before he could say anything about how stupid I was acting.
“Meet you at your apartment. I have dinner again.”
“You don’t have to do that all the time,” I snapped.
He only smiled.
What the fuck did that little smile mean? How the fuck could I trust that he wouldn’t decide the whole cop-lawyer thing was too much? Yeah, it had worked for Madden and Slater when they first dated, but let’s be real. Madden was an adorable pint-size who could charm the pants off the president, and from what I understood he could suck a dick better than a paid professional—at least that’s what King claimed. I was a snide, grumpy, irritated lawyer who’d been at this long enough I wasn’t even sure I liked myself anymore.
My Maserati responded as smoothly as ever to the lightest touch of my hand on the wheel. Jayce was somewhere behind me in the traffic. He had my address, so he didn’t have to tail me like we were in a bad cop movie, but I think he was doing it just for fun because every time I switched lanes he was right behind me. My apartment downtown didn’t give us a long drive to play our game, but my heart was pounding in turbo speed, and excitement had me smiling by the time he trailed me into the parking garage near my building.
As I got out of my car, I really couldn’t wait to have Jayce wrap me up in his arms. I was feeling wobbly about having him in my apartment; I hadn’t even had the last loser I dated in my place. And it was fucking bad that I wanted Jayce to make me feel better. I closed my door and straightened, glancing at the bare cement ceiling of the garage.
Jayce parked his red Ford next to my car and got out. He smiled, and I had to suck in a deep breath as he walked around his truck and sauntered into my space in his New Gothenburg PD uniform.
“There’s no reason I should find this sexy,” I grumbled, tapping at one of the buttons on his shirt. He had a bag in his hand, and when he leaned in to kiss me, I dodged and snatched it from him.
