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Be naked when I get home.

I’m definitely going to have that conversation with Cole this week. But first, because I’m way too turned on to do anything else, I’m going to let him have his way with me tonight. I mean, what kind of dirty little wife would I be if I didn’t?

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Ginger

“Shit,” I mutter, smacking my shin as I drop my purse on Cole’s front bench just after midnight.

I straighten up and listen out for him. The house is dark, but I hear the telltale sign he’s home before me: water running. I make my way through the house and set my phone down on the counter, his last message still glaring up at me.

HUSBAND

I’m home and you’re neither here nor naked.

In my defense I had to wait for Nash and CeCe to come back from whatever it was that they were doing. Okay, I know what they were doing but, still, I had no choice. Nash was my ride home after one too many sangrias, so I quickly run to my room, determined to make it up to Cole for being late.

I pull out a flimsy black lace lingerie set that would make even the most seasoned porn star blush, and put it on while simultaneously freshening up in the bathroom at record speed. By the time the water stops running in Cole’s bathroom, I’m in the middle of my bed, lamp on so he’ll see the light under mydoor. The two sets of handcuffs I stored away when I moved in are hanging off my first finger, and my legs are slightly tipped open to reveal just enough of the set’s almost-crotchless core.

My heart rate accelerates when Cole comes in through my door, a towel wrapped around his narrow hips, little droplets of water clinging to his muscled chest and shoulders. I practically come at the sight.

It takes him all of three seconds to register me lying there and what I’m holding. He doesn’t even flinch at the scene before him. The fucker just casually raises an eyebrow, looks to the cuffs in my hand, then back to my body. His eyes set me aflame as he takes in the expanse of my skin, adorned in lace and straps, not to mention all the pushing up that’s going on.

“You’re late,” he comments, his voice doing that lower-octave thing it does that sends my blood racing.

“You want to arrest me, Officer?” I ask as a smile plays on my lips. How many sangrias I’ve had tonight must be evident in my voice because Cole smiles coyly back.

“I think so,” he says, pulling the towel from his body and letting it fall to the wooden floor.

My mouth waters at the sight of him in all his hard, inked, naked glory before me. God he’s perfect. His cock bobs, already pointing straight at me.

“Public drunkenness …” He stalks toward me, using his hand to stroke himself.

“Three sangrias … not intoxicated,” I say in a sassy tone, just tipsy enough to make me want him tenfold.

“Theft of an officer’s handcuffs …” he says, crawling onto the bed and pulling me down roughly under him. I yelp as he forces my legs wide and sinks between them, hovering over the top of me, and he groans.

“And this …” His eyes rake over me one more time in the dim light of my room as his finger slides under a strap of mylingerie. He lets it go with a snap and it falls back into place. “Goddamn woman, this should be fucking illegal.”

His lips are on mine before I can think, rendering me dizzy as his tongue plunders my mouth in sweet desperation before he pulls away.

“Fuck …’ I mutter, unable to withstand this kind of torture.

“I’m about to destroy this pretty little number you’re wearing, and then I’m going to fucking devour you, Ginger.” Cole pulls my almost-crotchless thong from my body and tosses it over his shoulder.

His large middle finger skims my already soaking slit, spreading my arousal over my sensitive clit.

“I can’t get enough of you. I’ve been dreaming of how you taste all fucking day,” he says. “So fucking wet, so fucking ready for me.”

The urge to take control washes over me with his words. I catch him off guard by placing my hands on his shoulders and curling my calf around his. I flip him over onto his back, “All the years of self-defense my father made me take just served their purpose.”

He laughs out loud in shock when I land between his legs on top of him, the sound cutting as I kiss him deeply. A smirk plays on his lips as I slide my hand up and secure one end of each set of cuffs to my bedposts.

I sit up as he pops the back of my lace bralette open. The sound of the snap buttons popping fills the air as he pulls it off and tosses it to the floor, leaving me naked. His hands palm my breasts, plucking my nipples, and I almost lose my train of thought.

“What do you think you’re doing with those cuffs, Vixen?” He looks at me through narrowed eyes.

I grin back, pressing my pussy against him. His eyes flutter closed as a deep groan escapes him.

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