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“You going commando?”

“Yep.”

“Damn. That’s hot.”

She laughs softly. “Let’s get the hell out of here, Ryan. I don’t want anything from this place except what’s in this bag.”

I gesture toward the hall. “After you.”

I follow her through the apartment, carrying her duffle. She stops at the entryway table, eyeing the shards of glass. Her hand hovers over them before cradling the largest piece. Her expression somber. Her thumb strokes over the jagged edge as her other hand dabs at an eye. Without a word, she clutches the fragment and turns toward the door, leaving the rest behind.

Chapter 35

RYAN

I’m on the couch watching ESPN in the dark, waiting for Cooper to get here for our date. It’s been a long damn work week, and I’m excited to spend time with her this weekend. She told me she had errands to run after work and would be here at seven. She planned the date, since I took her out last week, but she wouldn’t tell me what we’re doing—just to dress casual.

At seven, she texts me that she’s on her way. Ten minutes later, there’s a knock at the door.

When I open it, my jaw practically hits the floor. Cooper stands there bundled in a coat that stops mid-thigh and a hat with a police badge perched on her head. Her legs are bare from the knees down, with high, strappy heels that make her legs look impossibly long—and sexy as hell.

I’m stunned.

“Good evening, Sir,” she says, her voice sweet as she slowly unbuttons her coat, revealing a tiny cop uniform—if you can call it a uniform. The dress barely covers her ass, and it’s zipped low in the front, giving me an unapologetic view of her cleavage. She raises her brows. “There was a noise complaint for this address… Said they heard screaming.” Her lips quirk into a smirk. “Were you making someone scream?”

Holy shit. She’s role-playing.

I can’t help the slow grin that spreads across my face as I realize what she’s doing. “Not yet,” I say, my voice thick with intent. “But I hope to be soon.”

She bites her lip, trying to hold back a grin but failing slightly. “Hmm… I’m going to need to take a look around. You know… investigate.”

“By all means, Officer.” I wave her in, my grin widening as her coat falls to the floor. My gaze locks onto her—bare legs, smooth skin, tits I can’t stop staring at. My jeans tighten instantly, my cock hardening at the sight of her.Jesus, she’s so sexy.

“So, tell me—have you been a bad boy?” Her tone is a perfect mix of authority and seduction.

I play along. “Do youwantme to be a bad boy?” My pulse quickens, excitement building. Whatever she has planned, I’m all in. I love date night so far.

Her lips curve into a sly smile. “Maybe.” Her hand presses against my chest, as she walks me back toward the wall. “Now, answer the question. Were you making someone scream?”

I let out a low chuckle, my eyes dropping to the cleavage peeking from her dress, my cock pressing hard against my jeans. “That depends,” I murmur. My hands slide around her waist as I lean in close, whispering against her ear. “Are you a screamer, Officer?”

She looks down, her shoulders shaking as she laughs quietly. Her gaze flicks to my hands as she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, twirling them slowly around her finger. “You know,” she says as seriously as she can. “I could arrest you for touching me.”

I hold my hands up in mock surrender. “What can I say? I’m a bad boy. And I’ve got a thing for hot cops.”

Her laughter slips out again as she presses closer. “Is that so?” She hooks a finger into the waistband of my jeans, pulling me closer until her lips are just a breath away. “Bad boys like you need to be… punished.”

“I can’t imagine anything feeling like a punishment while you’re in that dress.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Dammit,” she says softly. “Stop making me laugh.”

I chuckle, meeting her gaze.

She takes a steadying breath, her expression turning serious—almost. “Well, since you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I think a little restraint is in order.” She slips my hands off her hips and steps back. “Take your shirt off first, though.”

I arch a brow. “Why does it feel like I’m about to be rewarded?”

She presses her lips together. “Now! Or I’ll add resisting arrest to your charges.”

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