Page 58 of After the Vows

“Cruel and unusual punishment, Officer Fellows.”

I glide my hand along her ribs until I reach the swell of her breast. “What if I tease you in another way?”

Her breath hitches. “What way?”

I bend over to whisper in her ear. “I don’t let you come for a long, long time.” I bite her earlobe and she shivers. I love how responsive she is to me. I can’t wait to see how long I need to tease her before she’s screaming my name in ecstasy.

Speaking of which. I sit up and grasp the hem of her t-shirt. “This okay?”

She lifts her hands above her head. “More than okay. Please feel free to do whatever you want to my body withoutasking again.” Her nose wrinkles. “Except no butthole stuff. It’s an exit only zone.”

I bark out a laugh. I’ve never laughed while in bed with a woman before. But I like it.

Except I don’t want Chloe to be able to speak. I want her gasping with pleasure. Begging me to let her come.

My cock presses against my zipper. It’s on board with this plan.

I whip her t-shirt off leaving Chloe in a white lace bra. Her pink nipples are visible through the lace. It’s an invitation I can’t resist. I trace my finger around her nipple and she arches her back to push her chest closer to me.

I watch as her nipple hardens for me. “Is this what you wear underneath your clothes every day?”

“Do you not approve?”

“Don’t beg for compliments.”

“Or what? Are you going to spank me? Or maybe handcuff me?”

I still. “Are you serious? You want me to handcuff you?”

She shrugs. “I’ve never been handcuffed before, but I feel safe trying it with you. You are a police officer after all.”

Warmth stabs me in the chest before spreading throughout my body. She feels safe with me? After everything her mom put her through? She feels safe. I vow she will always feel safe with me.

“Maybe next time,” I grumble.

There shouldn’t be a next time. This time shouldn’t be happening as it is. But I can’t stop myself from promising this woman everything she wants. She’s my wildcat. She’s mine to protect. To pleasure.

Speaking of pleasure…

“The bra can stay on but the rest of your clothes have got to go.” She reaches for her pants but I stop her. “My job.”

She lifts her hands to grab the headboard. “You won’t hear me complaining.”

She won’t be able to speak at all if it’s up to me. And it is up to me. I’m the one in this bed with her. I’m the one who’s going to make her mad for passion. Starting now. Talking time is done.

I rip her pants open and slide the zipper down to reveal a pair of white lacy panties to match her white lacy bra. Damn. I’m going to imagine her in this outfit whenever she walks around the house from now on. I thought she was torturing me before but that was before I knew about her lingerie.

I shove her pants down her legs until she can kick the material off. My wildcat is a vision in her lacy lingerie with her porcelain skin on display and her auburn hair spread out over my pillow. I’m tempted to snatch a picture.

My cock presses against my zipper to remind me this isn’t the time for picture taking. This is the time for memory making.

I whip my t-shirt over my head and she gasps. “Holy mermaids.”

“No mermaids. Just me.”

She reaches to touch me but I stop her. “Hands back on the headboard.”

If she touches me now, I won’t be able to go slow. And I want to take my time since this is the one and only time my wife will be in this bed.

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