Page 17 of Stalked By the Officer

Later, I sigh as the store's door chimes as it swings shut behind the last customer. "Closing time," I announce to the empty space, the thrill of today's success making my skin tingle.

But there's another kind of anticipation building up within me, one that's been simmering since this morning when Doug left for his shift, his new uniform hugging his body in all the right places.

"See you soon, Officer McLean," I had teased, my fingers lingering on the badge pinned over his heart. The way he looked at me then, dark eyes smoldering with a promise, has me aching for him all day.

I lock up and start heading home, the fading sunlight stretching long shadows across the path. My phone buzzes, and I pull it out, smiling at the text from Doug:

All clear on my end. How about you, Mrs. McLean?

Closed the deal. And the shop. Now I've got some handcuffs begging to be used.

His response comes quick, firing up that delicious tension that's become our secret dance.

Is that so? You might need to book me for misconduct then.

Only if you resist arrest.

I feel the flush creep up my neck as I imagine his strong hands cuffed, at my mercy.

Never.

I can almost hear the low rumble of his voice, sending a shiver down my spine.

I surrender to you completely.

My heels click faster on the pavement now, my breaths shallow with the thought of what awaits. As I round the corner to our street, the cozy glow from our windows beckons, promising warmth and the kind of wild release only Doug can give me.

I push open the door, and there he is, standing in the dimly lit hallway. He's changed out of his uniform, but the authority it represents still clings to him like a second skin. Without a word, he steps toward me, his gaze locked onto mine. The air between us crackles with unspoken desire.

"Welcome home, Lori," Doug says, his voice thick with that edge I love, the one that makes my insides twist. "Did you miss me?"

"Like crazy," I admit, dropping my bag and closing the gap between us. Our lips meet in a hungry kiss, full of pent-up need and raw hunger. His hands roam over my body, each touch stoking the fire that's been burning all day.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," I whisper against his mouth, pulling away just enough to see the heat in his eyes flare even hotter.

"Lead the way," he growls, and I grab his hand, leading him to where we can finally unleash the passion that's been simmering under the surface.

The door clicks shut behind us, sealing us in our private world where titles and roles blur into something darker, more primal. Doug pins me against the wall, his body pressing into mine, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"Tell me what you want, little girl," Doug murmurs, his breath hot on my neck.

"Please, Daddy..." I breathe out, the words fanning the flames as I look up at him through my lashes. "I want you to take control."

And he does. What follows is a whirlwind of sensation, Doug's hands and mouth worshiping every inch of me, drawing out cries of pleasure that bounce off the walls. We're lost in each other, the connection between us as tangible as the sweat that coats our bodies.

"Mine," he groans, his movements relentless, pushing us both toward a precipice we're all too eager to tumble over.

"Yours," I gasp, clinging to him as his cock hammers into me over and over again.

It's raw, it's messy, it's perfect—just like us.

When we finally collapse, spent and wrapped in each other's arms, I can't help but think how lucky we are. Out here, away from the chaos, it's just Doug and me, thriving in the serenity of our own making.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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