I grunted and said, “GoodGod, is that a SIG P226 in your holster, or are you happy to see me?”
“I knew that sonofabitch was going to make a pass at you,” Calvin growled. “What did he say?”
“Why, are you jealous?”
“It’s not a matter of being jealous so much as defending what’s mine, and I mean that in the most respectful, you’re-not-an-object-you’re-my-husband sort of way.”
“I’m flattered.”
Calvin took my chin and gave a little shake. “What did he say?”
“That it was healthy to explore outside-of-relationship boundaries.”
“And what didyousay?” He dug his groin into mine.
I swallowed. “S-something about biology.”
Calvin rolled his hips a second time.
“I said to hang on to that pipe dream.” I opened my legs enough that Calvin was able to comfortably lie between them. “Why’d you think he’d say something?”
“You have a gravity that pulls men in.” Calvin tilted his head to kiss along my jaw and down my neck. “Once they’re in rotation, they’re helpless to your charms.”
I laughed and drew my hands down Calvin’s shoulders, stopping to tug on the straps of his holster. His button-down was damp beneath the leather, his skin hot like a fever. “What was it about me that mesmerizedyou? Was it my grumpy disposition? The stretched-out cardigans? Oh! My big doe eyes.”
Calvin paused the ministrations he was giving my neck—buttering me up before leaving a wicked hickey, no doubt—and raised his head. He kissed the ridge of my brow while murmuring, “It’s your eyes.” He kissed my nose. “Your nose.” My lips. “Your smart mouth.” He pressed his forehead to mine and said, “It’s the way you forget to shave, the heartfelt conversations you have with the dog when you think no one’s around, how passionate you are in your profession, and how unapologetic you are for beingyou. It’s the typo-ridden texts, the sweets you hide inside what was formerly a bag of mixed nuts, the fact that you wait up on nights I work late, and that every day you make me feel like the luckiest man in this entire city.”
I swallowed a few times and forced a crooked smile that was mostly to hide the lip quiver I felt coming on. “Geez, is that all?”
Calvin smiled and added matter-of-factly, “You’ve got a nice ass too.”
I laughed loudly. “At least genetics didn’t let me down entirely.”
Calvin drew one hand down my chest, pressed the heel against my belly, then reached the waistband of my Levi’s, where he popped the button.
“Are you up for this?” I asked. “We don’t have to. I was just playing.”
Sitting up on his knees and unbuckling his shoulder holster, Calvin replied, “Get naked.”
Good lord. Cue the instant raging hard-on. “Is that an order?” I followed Calvin into a sitting position and yanked my T-shirt over my head. I adjusted my glasses, asking, “Can I see some identification?”
“If you make me go downstairs to get my badge, I’m arresting you for obstruction of justice.” Calvin set the holster on the floor, unbuttoned his cuffs, and nearly ripped a seam in his haste to get out of his shirt.
“That’d be fun to explain down at the Tombs.” I lay, raised my hips, and shimmied free of my jeans and underwear. “He ordered me to strip without properly identifying himself, Your Honor!”
Calvin had stood from the bed in order to drop his trousers but paused, thumbs hooked under the elastic band of his boxer briefs. “I’m going to spank you.”
“You’ve been doing that for years.”
“There’s a difference between erotic spanking and you’re-in-real-trouble spanking.”
“Oh, a challenge.”
“God, you’re nuts,” Calvin said with a bit of a husky laugh. He stepped out of the underwear, moved to my nightstand, and pulled out a condom and bottle of lube.
I sat up, swung my legs over the mattress, and took Calvin’s hips before he could move. I leaned forward, inhaling sweat and musk and that heady scent of imminent sex, before taking the head of his erect cock in my mouth.
Calvin sighed and drew one hand over my head to cup the back, keeping me in place. “That’s right, baby.”
