She collapsed on his chest.
He continued thrusting until the last of his strength vanished. His cock slipped free. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the crown of her head. “That was incredible. You’re so damn bossy.”
Her pink cheeks flushed scarlet. “I—um—I have a kinky little secret.” She pushed back her messy hair and leaned up. “I like bondage films. It’s a total macho guy thing, but bossy, woman-empowerment sex turns me on. I like the control.” She tweaked his nipples.
Instant arousal. His cock thickened and prodded her ass cheeks as if he hadn’t screwed in months. “Handcuffs. We have to get furry handcuffs.” Tingly aftershocks rocked through him. “We need to combine our DVD collection.” Though he hadn’t watched his dirty movies in more than a year, he’d stored them in his storage unit along with his other stuff until he could rent another apartment.
“And toys.” She giggled and jumped to the opposite side of the bed.
“Are you serious? You have sex toys?” His heart pounded faster as she nodded. “I have the perfect woman.” Laughter billowed from his chest so hard he nearly choked. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and grasped his heavy cock, ready for another round.
Where did she keep the toys—in the dresser, the nightstand, the closet? Maybe in the en suite bathroom? A TV hung on the wall across from the bed with a DVD player on the shelf beneath it. But there were no movies. Not that she would keep such things in plain sight.
Marissa drew her knees to her chest. “We forgot to use a condom, and we were way too loud. Jason could’ve heard us.”
“Well, the little white pill you take every morning should keep us safe in the baby arena. Besides, I’m clean, so you don’t have to worry about an STD.”
“Same here.”
“With Jason, we messed up. It’s traumatizing for a child to witness or even just hear his parents having sex. Believe me, I know.”
She stood and grabbed their clothes, tossing him his. “Let’s go back downstairs. We still have things to do.”
Aw, shit. The last thing he wanted was to dress, but he shoved his hard cock in his underwear and rubbed himself to soothe the pressure. After they dressed, he followed her into the walk-in closet. More clothes than any woman should own surrounded him, but he wouldn’t mind if Marissa strutted around in a few of the gauzy tops with nothing on below. Scratch that. Look at all those slinky dresses. Yum. What he wouldn’t do to see that hot little red number shape her curves. Wait. Was that her biker jacket? He pulled the worn leather from between a flashy orange coat and a bulky sweater.
“I can’t believe you still have this.”
“What?” She knelt in the back of the closet and dragged out a large paper bag and two boxes wrapped in colorful paper. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Oh, my jacket. I haven’t worn it in a while, but I never had the heart to get rid of it.”
“I lost mine after some asshole slashed it to ribbons.”
She winced. “Were you wearing it?”
“Unfortunately, but it did its job and protected me.”
He’d gotten an awesome deal on their jackets at the flea market—twenty bucks a pop. Marissa had rocked the leather, especially when she wore nothing beneath it.
As she stood with the bag and boxes in her arms, the top box tittered over.
“Whoa. Hold on.” He stuffed the jacket back on the rod and leapt to catch the boxes. “Damn. What the hell is in these—coal?”
“No, silly. They’re from Santa. It’s a robot and some books.”
“Books?”
“Santa promotes reading. If Jason complains, back me up.”
“If you insist.” He laughed and shook his head. As she led the way to the living room, he trailed a few steps behind. The sweet sway of her ass mesmerized him. What would she do if he dumped the gifts on the floor, pushed her against the wall, and snaked his hand inside her pants? After she set the bag on the coffee table, he relieved his burden beside several other presents already under the tree and drew Marissa into his arms. “You’re so beautiful. I’m surprised you aren’t afraid of me after everything that I told you.”
“I’m afraidforyou. I want this bounty off your head. I want Arlo Consuelo in prison. I want you safe.” She grasped his hand and glided his rough knuckles against her cheek. “Thank you for trusting me. You can stay here as long as you want.”
“That will be forever.”
“Then forever it is.”
“You and Jason are everything to me. So after Consuelo’s arrest and trial, I’ll put in for a transfer to the Seattle office. If the transfer fails, I’ll retire and search for new employment. Maybe something in construction.”
She laughed at that and kissed him.
