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Twelve

After dinner Jack asked me if I wanted him to drive us back to the station so I could get my truck. I didn’t ask him to take me home, I demanded it.

But now that we’re here, I’m nervous. My hand shakes as I unlock my door, and I feel like a gods damn virgin sneaking her boyfriend into her parents’ house.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Valkyrie.” Jack says softly, his hand lightly landing on my shoulder.

I manage to get my door unlocked and turn towards him with a raised brow. “Tapping out, Detective Khoury?”

He closes the door behind us and quickly whirls me around so I’m pinned against the hard wood. He runs the tip of his nose along my temple. “Never. I just want to make sure you’re committed to this.” His nose brushes across my cheekbone before his teeth gently nip at my ear. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you’re boneless with satisfaction. Not until I’m sure you’ll walk with a limp tomorrow. A limp that’ll force you to remember all the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”

Liquid heat pools between my thighs, and I have to stifle a groan at his words. “Fuck, Jack.”

A low growl rumbles in his throat, and he cups my jaw. “Say it again.”

There’s not a single piece of me that wants to disobey him. I’ve never really been one to be submissive, but something about Jack makes me want to drop to my knees.

“Jack.” I moan as he places hot, wet, open mouth kisses along my neck.

“Good girl,” he praises and presses his hard body against mine, pinning me harder against the door. When I run my hands down his back, he releases my jaw in favor of pinning my wrists above my head in one hand. “Me first. If you behave, you’ll be rewarded.”

Fucking shit, yes.

I squirm in his hold as he ghosts his free hand down the length of my throat before tracing my collarbones with his fingertips. He grazes down my torso before slipping under my shirt. His fingers leave a trail of fire along my skin as he snakes up to one of my breasts. His large hand encases it through the lace of my bra, and I let out a soft, little moan.

Jack bites my shoulder at the sound and releases my wrists. When I move to touch him, he shoots me a look that makes me freeze. “Not yet.” He jerks his chin towards the only hallway in my apartment. “Bedroom.”

It takes more willpower than I’d like to admit to not scurry down the hall. Instead, I shoulder past him with a haughty expression before slinking towards the hallway, an extra sway to my hips. Feeling him close behind me, I rip off my V-neck shirt and toss it over my shoulder before he can stop me.

“That was for me to do,” he growls in reprimand. I can feel him reaching for me by the flare of heat heading towards my back. I skip out of reaching distance while undoing my slacks. “Valkyrie,” he warns.

I ignore him as I slip into my bedroom, letting my pants shimmy down my thighs. Kicking my feet free, I turn towards him in just my bra and underwear.

Jack slowly stalks towards me, storm-colored irises almost swallowed by his pupils. He lifts his hand and brushes his knuckles across my ribs, making me shudder. “That’s not behaving,” he scolds me.

“I find it hard to behave, Detective,” I coo oh-so sweetly. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“Not at all.” He slides his hand down to the front of my bra, fingering the clasp there. Instead of freeing my breasts like I want him to, he jerks me forward by the material. Once again, our bodies are flush against one another, but much to my dismay, he’s still clothed. “I will enjoy punishing you just as much as you’ll like disobeying me.”

My pussy clenches at the promise in his words. “Is that so?” I taunt.

“You’ll see soon enough.” His hands caress down my spine before continuing to my ass. He easily lifts me from the ground, but instead of letting me wrap my legs around his waist, he tosses me onto the bed.

I land with a single bounce before he’s on me. He hovers over me, keeping my body under his. His kisses down my sternum towards my bra. Again, instead of undoing it, he moves towards one of the cups. His tongue flicks over the edge of the black lace, following it all the way along the curve. He repeats the movement on the other side before giving the bottom edge the same treatment.

Jack finally unclasps my bra, my breasts now free from their confinement. His pupils dilate as he zeros in on the titanium bar in each nipple. “I like these,” he rumbles with approval as he flicks the tip of his tongue over one of the piercings.

With hooded eyes, he nuzzles the swell of my breast and palms the other. He doesn’t knead or grip it, simply holds it in his hand while his tongue traces circles around the outside of my nipple, toying with the bar.

My core is already drenched, but it’s not enough. “More.”

His eyes dart up to meet mine. He pulls back slowly and blows along the wet trail he left around the nipple, making it harden almost painfully. “Is that anyway to ask for something?”

My jaw clenches as his fingers flex around my breast teasingly. “Please.”

“Good,” he praises right before his grip shifts, thumb and pointer finger pinching my nipple. His mouth closes over the other, teeth lightly nipping at the sensitive flesh between suckles.

“Fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes as he worships my chest.

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