She laughs dark and delighted, and her heel digs into my thigh under the table. “Eat your steak. I want you well-fed when I ride your face later.”
I cut a piece, hold it out on my fork.
She leans forward and takes it straight from the tines, teeth grazing metal, eyes locked on mine.
“Good girl.”
She swallows. “You won’t top me either. Not the way you think.”
“I don’t share the driver’s seat,” I warn.
“Elliot and I manage just fine. Two tops, one bed, no casualties yet.” She twirls pasta around her fork like she’s imagining my cock. “But tonight I’m all yours. No audience. No rules except the ones we break together.”
I lean in until our mouths almost touch across the table. “Listen carefully, pet. You’re going to finish that wine. Then we’re leaving. My place. I’m cuffing you to my headboard with the same pair I used on my last arrest. And I’m not stopping until you’re hoarse from screaming my name and the only thing left of your lipstick is on my cock.”
Her breath catches.
“And Oksana?” she whispers.
“Stays breathing until I decide otherwise. She’s no Tammy Walters. You go near her, I’ll spank your ass raw, then fuck you in the evidence locker just to remind you who you belong to now.”
She bites her lip hard enough I want to taste the blood. “Threat or promise?”
“Both.”
She flags the waitress without breaking eye contact. “Check, please.”
I drop three hundreds on the table and stand, buttoning my jacket to hide how hard I already am.
She slides out of the booth, dress riding high enough I see the lace tops of her stockings.
At the door, I crowd her against the wall, one hand on her throat, thumb stroking her pulse.
“Last chance to run, Juliet.”
She grins, wicked and gone.
“I don’t run from what’s mine, Detective. Take me home and ruin me.”
The moment my apartment door closes behind us, I pin her against it.
Hands above her head, wrists gripped tight in mine. Her breath is sugar and wine, hot against my throat. I press my body into hers until she’s trembling for friction.
“I meant every word I said.”
She smirks. “So did I. Now prove it.”
I grab the cuffs from the drawer.
“Bedroom. Strip. Leave the heels.”
She walks like a fucking weapon.
Dress peeled off without shame. Lays it over the back of a chair like we’re civilized people.
Then climbs onto the bed without being told. Stretches her arms above her head and smirks at me from the pillows.
“You cuffing me?”
