Page 27 of Hot Cops

Would he have told her? He wasn’t sure he would have. For some reason, he’d wanted that part of his life to be separate from her. He hadn’t lied earlier about wanting everything or nothing from her. Perhaps that was why he’d been so reticent in regards to telling her about his own sex life. Sharing even stories with Riley would have reminded him of what he wanted from her that he’d never expected—until yesterday—to receive.

“I wouldn’t have told you,” he confessed.

“Why not?” He could tell his answer hurt her. “We’re best friends, Aaron. I honestly thought I knew everything there was to know about you.”

“Would you have wanted to know all of this? Why does it matter? Until this morning, you’ve never viewed me as a man you’d want to fuck. I’ve always just been reliable old Aaron—your good buddy, your pal. You want to know what floats my boat between the sheets? I like to be in control in bed. If I tell a woman to get to her knees and suck my cock, I expect her to obey. If my lover is naughty, she can be damn sure I’ll turn her over my knee and spank her ass. I like my pleasure with the slightest hint of pain. I love exploring all the unspeakable places on a woman’s body and pushing her until she cries for mercy.”

Riley stared at him for several long, painful moments, but he refused to break the silence. She’d pushed him and he’d pushed back. Gone were the days where he handled this woman with kid gloves. It was time she saw, time she understood what made him tick.

“I’d never cry for mercy.” She rose up until her face was inches from his.

“What?”

“I’d only ever cry for more from you.”

He blinked, trying to decide if he’d truly heard her or if he’d just imagined her response, until she continued.

“I’d be a liar and a fool if I pretended not to want you. Just be warned, I’m not a woman who’s commanded easily and if you ever try to do anything I don’t want?—”

“Riley, you don’t even have to finish that sentence. You know better.”

She nodded. “You’re right. I do. So…you think spanking someone is sexy? Why?”

He grinned. “Do we want to do this show or tell style?”

She considered his request. “What if I’m not into pain?”

“Jesus, Riley. I’m not talking whips and chains and leather. Just my hand and your firm, sweet ass.”

“Firm and sweet, huh? I thought you were a breast man.”

He shook his head. “T-and-A man, all the way. I could never choose.”

“What if I hate it?”

“I stop and we mark it off our list.”

“We have a list?” She giggled at the thought.

He shrugged and tapped his head. “It’s in here. We’ll just have to find our way like any other married couple. I can promise you now, though, there’s nothing you could refuse to do in bed that would break the deal. I’m married to you because I love you. Sex is only a part of our relationship.”

She nodded. “Okay then. I guess we’ll try the ‘show’ route. Do I get to return the favor one day?”

“You wanna spank my ass?” He wasn’t surprised by her request. He knew deep inside their sex life would be one continual power struggle after another. There was a large part of him that looked forward to that challenge.

“I’d love to spank it,” she confessed.

“We’ll work up to it.” He smiled as he spoke the words and she gave him a dirty look.

“I’ve noticed you say that a lot when you don’t like the way the conversation is going.”

He tapped his brow again. “It’s all going on the list. I swear.”

“Mmm hmm. Just so long as you remember,” she imitated his tap on her own brow, “I have a very long memory.”

He groaned. “Sadly, that is one thing I know about you all too well. Lay down on your stomach.”

She looked confused for only a moment before she complied. “Don’t you want me sprawled out facedown on your lap? Isn’t the point to make you feel all powerful?”

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