The two weeks after our first night together seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. We saw each other—in secret, of course—as much as we possibly could. But with me working five shifts in a row and one of Aaron’s coworkers out on paternity leave, it wasn’t nearly as often as we would have liked.

So we made plans to ask for a long weekend off. It was no trouble to get Mona and Mandy to each take a shift and Aaron had someone who owed him a favor agree to take his over the weekend.

On Friday night, I dressed in my new lingerie—purchased subtly from the store when no one was around to see me ring myself up—and covered the surprise with the closest thing I had to a little black dress. The bag of essentials I packed sat beside my door in wait.

Three nights and two full days with Aaron. The mere idea of it was enough to have me vibrating with excitement.

My phone buzzed while I was checking my hair in the mirror and I dug it out, smiling at the message.

Running a little late. If you get there before I do, make yourself at home.

Another message came through before I had a chance to reply.

Can’t wait to see you, sweetheart.

I smiled and tossed my phone in my purse before I walked through the apartment and made sure everything was turned off. A week into our relationship, Aaron and I exchanged keys. It made it a lot easier to see each other with our conflicting schedules.

One morning, I woke up with my face pressed against a bare chest, wrapped in Aaron’s strong arms as he softly snored. We hadn’t even made plans to see each other that night. When he finally woke up, he simply said he didn’t like the thought of sleeping without me.

After I dubbed it the best surprise ever, it started to become a regular occurrence.

Since he was running late, I had a chance to give him a surprise in return. With the idea already forming in my mind, I rushed out of the apartment—determined to beat him home.

* * *

I was grinning like an idiot when his front door opened. I listened carefully for his footsteps, mentally tracing his progression through the house.

His first stop was the kitchen. There was a rustle of plastic bags—likely our dinner—and a few clanking noises that could only be his badge and gun.

“Jessa?”

It was on the tip of my tongue to call out to him, but I bit down on my lower lip to keep the words in. Instead, I let the anticipation rise as he walked through his house searching for me.

It didn’t take long for him to come back to his closed bedroom door. He opened it slowly, chuckling when he noticed the candles I had scattered around the room.

“Well, isn’t this a nice—”

The words died in his throat when he noticed me lying on his bed in my new outfit. Simple black stockings held in place with a garter belt over a pair of ruffled black panties. Of course the real appeal was the top—the very same blue corset he’d fondled in the store.

It was a pain in the ass to put on, but his shell-shocked reaction made it well worth the trouble. I’d put it on every day if it meant having him look at me like that.

“You have no idea how much you tempt me, gorgeous,” he said in awe as he started absentmindedly undressing. “Damn.”

“That’s kind of the point.”

“Not what I meant. You make me want to cuff you to my bed and never let you leave. I’d kill to come home to this every day.”

“I’ll keep that in mind if we ever move in together.”

“Open invitation, baby.”

Our eyes locked instantly in a moment of mutual understanding. Neither of us had to say a word and the message was still crystal clear. We were both willing to live together—but it would never be in this house.

“Don’t tell me you’re stopping now.”

The awkward tension lifted from the room as Aaron shook his head and raised an eyebrow as if to say oh hell no. I watched the clothing pile get higher and rubbed my thighs together in anticipation, grinning when he yanked his slacks and boxers down with a jerky tug.

He paused to bend down at his slacks, but I didn’t sit up in time to see what he grabbed. His large body was blocking the view as he climbed up the bed and settled between my legs.

“Just looking at you makes me hard. I don’t know if I want to punish you or worship you.”

“Both?”

With his lips lightly caressing mine, he whispered, “Sounds like a plan.”

Clink!

I reared my head back against the pillow and looked up in time to see him expertly cuff my wrist to the bedpost before reaching for the other. My first instinct was to draw back, but I suppressed it. I had no reason to fear Aaron.

Like he could read my mind, he paused with the other wrist pressed against the metal and asked, “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

“Just tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any point.”

After the second cuff clicked, I tested the strength and tugged lightly at the metal. It tightened a link and I felt a small spike of panic.

“They’re police issue, baby. You aren’t getting free without my key.” He held it up to the light before placing it safely on the end table. “Wrap your hands around the bars and try not to tug on them.”

“O-Okay.”

“You still good?”

“Yeah. Just a little nervous.”

“Let me make it better,” he whispered before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. He stopped for just long enough to add, “Missed you so much, baby.”

I missed him as well, but I had to convey it with my kiss since my lips were once again occupied. His hands roamed possessively over my body, forcing me to take his advice and wrap my hands around the bars. I was already squirming and he’d barely started.

Aaron tore himself away, grinning down at me like the cat that ate the canary before licking his lips and lowering his gaze. He sucked in a breath and nodded to himself as his fingers traced over the corset.

“You look absolutely devastating in this.”

I had a feeling he’d like it. In fact, I was certain that he’d been imagining me wearing the corset from the moment he first saw it. Satisfied that my surprise had gone over well, I relaxed on the mattress and prepared to let him do whatever he desired.

First, he thoroughly inspected the corset. After taking a great deal of pleasure in the sight of me wearing it, he inspected the front seam and slowly undid the tiny hooks holding it together. By the time it was spread out and my breasts were bared, I was practically panting with need.

But he bypassed my aching nipples entirely, sitting on his knees beside my legs as he inspected the bottom half of my outfit. His palms traveled from my ankles to the top of the stockings at a glacial speed. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to squirm around mindlessly.

“You’ve got great legs,” he said as he palmed my inner thighs and teased the fabric of the panties. “These are sexy—but they’re in the way. I’ll buy you a new pair.”

“What do you—hey!”

He gripped the fabric in both hands and tore one side from my hip before repeating the action on the other side. With a crooked smile, he peeled the ruined underwear away from my skin like he was unwrapping a present.

“Much better.”

He lifted me just high enough to slide the corset from beneath my back, taking a moment to fold it and gently lay it to the side before his mouth descended on my body with a ravenous hunger.

Lips, neck, breasts, stomach, thighs—the only place he ignored was the place I needed him the most. I moaned and begged but he refused to let his talented tongue dip between my legs. I lost track of how long he spent teasing me.

The light at the end of the tunnel came when he dipped his nose between my legs and inhaled. My whole body tensed—waiting for contact, for release.

Aaron reared back and sat on his knees, directing himself between my legs. There was a pang of disappointment when I realized I wouldn’t have his tongue finishing off my frenzy, but it melted away when his hot shaft pressed against my wet folds. He held my legs in each hand, directing me as he rocked his hips and slid himself against me.

The first brush that landed directly on my clit made me scream. My fingers tightened around the bars and I held on for dear life, careful not to let the metal tighten around my wrists. Instead, I flexed my legs, gripping his narrow waist with my thighs after he pulled my legs around him.

The pressure in my lower abdomen steadily continued to build. As my moans increased in volume, Aaron started to groan in unison. The point of no return came quickly. I sucked in a series of sharp breaths as my hips twitched on their own accord. I was so close to completely falling apart.

Then his fingers replaced his cock—rubbing circles on the sensitive bud while his hips shifted. His thick cock suddenly rammed into me, sending me spiraling over the edge with a scream. White spots flashed behind my closed eyes and my pulse roared in my ears as I chanted his name.

After the contraction of my muscles faded to aftershocks, Aaron took his hand away and gripped my hips so tight I wondered if I’d have bruises later. He plunged into me without mercy, his face twisted up in an intoxicating combination of hunger and ecstasy. His eyes were wild—staring at my face as he pounded me.

He’d never looked sexier to me. The pressure started to rebuild. When he realized it was happening again, he angled my hips until he was stroking the spot inside me that made me see stars.

After a few short minutes of his rough thrusts, he let out a broken growl and commanded, “Come with me.”

Already teetering on the edge once again, my body responded like it was under his control. Tears sprang to my eyes from the intensity. I regretted not being able to keep them open long enough to see the look on his face, but I was aware enough to hear his hoarse cry of my name and the series of strangled grunts that followed. The flood of heat and wetness deep inside made me shudder just as wildly as the orgasm had.

I’d never get enough of this. Never get enough of him. That’s when it hit me.

At some point—without my even noticing—my feeling for him had shifted from a simple crush to a genuine attachment. The kind of attachment that could only be from love.

Had I fallen already?