I have never been so hard for so long. Not even her sweet mouth was enough to take the edge off my desire. Lily is fucking perfect, her responses so real I almost feel like the badass cop I am pretending to be.

I yank her other hand behind her back and snap the handcuff in place. Lily trembles when I push her forward and my dick physically aches. We’ve only just started and all I can think about is plunging deep inside her. But I’m in control of the scene, and I intend to control myself as well.

“Gonna search you for any other stolen articles you might have taken from our complainant.” I push her over the dining room table, cheek down on the oak surface, and step back to inspect my prize.

I told her to wear something sexy tonight, and her choice of lingerie is perfect. Her red lace garter belt and thigh-high stockings are stuff out of my wildest fantasies. I’ve always loved red. Every day of the two weeks I waited at the bus stop to see her again, I bought red roses, dropping them off at a local senior’s center each time she didn’t show up.

“Looks like you had plans for the night, Ms. Meyers.” I snap her bra strap, undoing the catch so the band falls free. “More robberies? Or just more public indecency in the alleys of our fine city?”

“I’m not a hooker,” she mumbles against the table. “You have the wrong woman.”

“The wallet on the table says I have the right woman.” I run my finger along her wrists beneath the cuffs. “And she’s going to stay exactly where I put her and do exactly as I say.” I kick her legs apart, and she moans the way she did the first night we were together when I fucked her against a cold brick wall.

That night is burned into my brain. Every sound. Every smell. Every touch, taste, and sensation. I remember the press of her soft hand against mine, the meal we shared, every word she said, the way her hair tumbled over her shoulders and down to the vee of her T-shirt that exposed the creamy crescents of her breasts. I wanted her with a ferocity that took my breath away. But it wasn’t until I pulled her into the alley and she melted against me that I knew she felt the same.

I unclip the nightstick from my belt, and she stiffens on the table.

“What are you going to do?”

“Cavity search.” I hold the nightstick in front of her, letting her take a long look at the thick, shiny black surface. Aiden has a wardrobe full of costumes and accessories in his dungeon that he was more than happy to share. “It won’t hurt.” I pause for effect. “Much.”

“You’re not going to . . .”

“Oh yes.” I trail the nightstick up the inside of her thigh. Her legs tremble, and I feel a moment of pure male satisfaction. This might be a game, but she can’t hide her natural personality, her need to please. I slide the stick across her labia and up and over her clit. Again and again, until her body softens and her skin flushes with arousal. When I’m sure she is ready, I hold her still and push the nightstick inside her wet heat.

“Oh God,” she gasps.

“You hiding anything in here?”

“No. Please . . . ” She pants her breaths, her hips moving with the rhythm of the stick as I push it in and out of her pussy. Her response makes me feel possessive in a way I’ve never experienced before. Life may knock us about, but when it comes to sex, she has given me the control I need.

“Easy.” I remove the nightstick and gently slide it between her ass cheeks, resting it at her back entrance. She isn’t ready for that tonight. Hell, we’ve never even discussed anal sex. But now that the walls are down . . .

“Chris!” She almost rolls off the table in her attempt to get away, forcing me to drop the stick and immobilize her with the weight of my body so she doesn’t get hurt.

Big mistake. With my cock pressed between her cheeks, it is all I can do to hold on.

“Chris is the man whose wallet you stole,” I murmur in her ear. “I’m the man who’s going to get it back.”

I’m a new man. A better man. A forgiven man. Not everyone gets a happily ever after, but then not every man finds a woman who can see the heart of him and set him free.

“I like my cuffs on you.” I pull back enough to admire the gentle slope of her curves and the way her bound hands rest at the small of her back. “I might keep you under permanent arrest.”

“And I might never get off if you don’t stop talking,” she snaps.

“Get off?” I laugh at her slip. “I’m not here to get you off, Ms. Meyers. I’m here to hear you confess.

“I need a little incentive.”

Unable to hold back any longer, I shove down my clothing and free my aching cock from its restraint. “How about a big incentive?”

She looks back over her shoulder and grins. “The bigger the incentive, the better the confession.”

I enter her with one hard thrust. Her pussy contracts around me, hot and wet. Damn. I missed connecting with her this way. Now that we’re together again, I will never let her go.

I pull out and drive in again, showing her with my body what I had forgotten over the last year. Lily is mine. Mine to protect, to hold, and to love.

She writhes on the table and I pound into her. She is so hot and wet I don’t even try to last. I push harder, slide one hand over her hip to stroke her clit. The little bundle of nerves tightens beneath my fingers and I pinch hard.

Her body tightens, and she screams, her pussy pulsing around me. Too much. One more thrust, and my balls contract. I bury myself deep and pleasure shoots through my cock in wave after exquisite heated wave.

I collapse on top of her, press a soft kiss to her nape as I fumble in my pocket for the key to the handcuffs. “I didn’t hear that confession.”

She sighs softly and I pull out and undo the cuffs, rubbing her wrists when she turns to face me.

“Okay,” she says, looking up at me. “I confess. I took your wallet. That first evening we were together was so amazing and so intense I couldn’t believe it was true. When you fucked me against the wall behind the bar, I reached into your pocket and took your wallet so I could check you out. I thought there had to be something wrong with you. Maybe you were married or you had a girlfriend or maybe you were a psycho. No one had every pursued me like that. No one ever wanted me.”

It takes my lust-soaked brain a moment to realize this confession isn’t part of our game. It’s for real.

“I just meant to take a peek in the restroom when we went back into the bar and slip it back in your pocket, but then we were interrupted and we had to run and I couldn’t think of a way to tell you I had it. After you dropped me at home, I went to the police station and handed it in. I’ve always felt so guilty about that.”

“You’re the good Samaritan?” I am as much delighted by her confession as I am surprised. It always bothered me to think a stranger had been through my wallet. But it was my Lily, who couldn’t believe she was wanted. She will never feel that way again.

“Yes, and also the thief.” She looks up at me, vulnerable and open in a way she has never been before. We’ve both changed, I realize. And it will make us stronger. “I’m so sorry.”

“How sorry?” I scowl, but the effect is no doubt lessened by the quiver of my lips. “You’ve just confessed to a serious crime. It’s going to take a considerable amount of time to convince me not to lock you up.”

Lily gives me a mischievous smile. “How long?”

“The same length of time it will take for me to make up for the last year.”

“Forever?“

“Yes.” I gather her in my arms. “Forever.”

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