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AS BAILEY MADE the final turn into his street the following morning, his heart began to thump uncontrollably. Somehow, he’d managed to make it through his shift without staring at the clock all night, but the second it was knock-off time, he’d all but jumped in his car to head home.
There’d been one text waiting for him from five minutes before eight, and thinking about it now had his cock pounding almost as hard as his heart was. Henri had texted, Already here, just waiting on you, and it was a miracle Bailey hadn’t borrowed a squad car and flipped the sirens on to get home that much quicker.
As it was, he probably broke several speed limits, but since he’d decided against changing at the station, he figured he could get away with it just this once. Now here he was, closing in on his house, and he could see the Aston Martin parked on one side, Henri leaning back against the trunk with his arms and ankles crossed, and damn, he looked good.
Henri had changed since the last time Bailey had seen him, into a pair of faded blue jeans, a white t-shirt, his black leather jacket, and a pair of Aviator sunglasses.
He was the best thing Bailey could ever remember coming home to, and as he stopped his car and got out, Henri pushed off the trunk and walked over.
“You know, I never thought I’d be hot for a cop, but you look so fucking sexy in that uniform. I didn’t think you were allowed to wear it home.”
Bailey took a step forward until they were toe to toe. “I am if I go from point A to point B, and trust me, I wasn’t about to stop until I got here.”
Henri reached out and took hold of the back of his neck, and as he lowered his head and grazed their lips together, Bailey grabbed the sides of Henri’s jacket to steady himself.
“You must be exhausted,” Henri said, and nipped at Bailey’s lips.
Bailey groaned as Henri walked him back a step. “Mhmm…”
“Yeah, that’s what I figured. Then I think the only right thing to do is to take you inside and get you ready for bed.”
Bailey’s lips curved as he rocked his hips forward, rubbing himself against the erection he could feel inside Henri’s jeans. “I think that’s a great idea. But I have to tell you, I haven’t been falling asleep really quickly these days. It might take a while.”
Henri kissed his way up Bailey’s jaw to his ear. “Personally, I’m hoping it’ll take all fucking day. So lead the way, officer. Let’s get you into bed.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
CONFESSION
I’ve never been really good at taking things slow.
Not sure why I thought I could start now.
THIS TIME WHEN Henri walked inside Bailey’s bedroom, there was a different energy surrounding them. Where that first night between them had been desperate, needy, in a let me get my hands on you as fast as possible way, this morning felt sensual, languid, unhurried.
It was like there was an unspoken agreement that they would slow it all down, take their time with one another.
Bailey stopped in the center of his bedroom and said, “I’d really like to take a shower first.” Henri offered to scrub his back.
Bailey smiled, and Henri was coming to realize that he loved being able to do that. That expression was so genuine, so at the ready. There was just something about Bailey that made Henri feel good, like he’d found the sunlight after all these years hiding in the shadows.
“You can head in there if you like. It’s through that door over there. I’ll just be a minute,” Bailey said, as he headed to his closet to no doubt lock up his firearm and remove all the gear still stashed on that rock-hard body of his.
Henri shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it over the end of the bed, before kicking off his boots and making his way to the en suite.
Just like the rest of the house, the master bathroom was beautifully renovated, with a large double-headed shower and standalone soaker tub. It was all whites and greys, making it feel light and bright, and as Henri took a second to look around, he realized just how well this home suited Bailey.
Despite his chosen career, Bailey had somehow managed to remain hopeful and positive in life. He wasn’t cynical or jaded like most of the cops Henri had dealt with; he had a happy disposition that made a person want to get closer to him.
As he turned on the water and waited for it to heat, Henri caught a glimpse of movement behind him, and glanced over his shoulder to see Bailey standing in the doorway of the en suite, stripped down to nothing but a pair of tight black briefs. Henri’s entire body reacted to the visual in an instant.
