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But this is why, Henri thought, as Bailey’s body molded to his once again. His cop was on fire, had been a lit stick of dynamite waiting to go off ever since he’d walked into the kitchen and Henri had turned to see him standing there in nothing but a fucking towel. And when Bailey looped his arms around Henri’s neck, and that material dropped to the floor? The fuse ignited, and Henri knew nothing was going to make him walk away. Not now. Not that first time.
There was something about Bailey that drew him in and wouldn’t let him go, and while Henri knew that was incredibly dangerous for the both of them, he also found the draw intoxicating.
Henri scraped his teeth along the stubble of Bailey’s jaw as he walked him backward so his ass was up against the table of the breakfast nook.
“So, since I can’t get your damn coffee maker to work, how about we see if I can wake you up some other way instead?”
Bailey’s chest rose and fell as he eyed Henri.
“Ever been naked in your kitchen before, officer?”
Bailey shook his head, his cheeks coloring, making Henri want to push this a little further.
“No?” Henri took a step back and openly admired the spectacular body now on full display for him, then he reached down and unzipped his jeans. “Hmm. Well, from now on, I think you should implement a new rule around your house. When I’m here, just forget your clothes altogether.”
Despite his obvious shyness at his nudity, the corners of Bailey’s lips tilted up as his eyes fell to the hand Henri was now shoving into his jeans. “So just walk around here naked, huh? Does that rule apply to both of us? Because if that’s the case, you’re wearing way too many clothes.”
Henri glanced down at himself, and then back to Bailey, who was chewing on his lower lip.
“You know what?” Henri said, and winked. “You’re right.”
Henri reached over his shoulder to grip his t-shirt and pull it off, and as it came free, he tossed it to the floor and shoved his jeans down. Then, before he could blink, his cop was on the move.
Bailey stepped forward, closing the distance between them, his palms landing on Henri’s chest, his fingers flirting with the piercings he was obsessed with, and when their lips connected—that was it.
Henri opened to Bailey in a heartbeat, his lips parting to grant access to the rapacious tongue that was now shoving inside, as their cocks grazed up against each other and greedy hands grabbed for naked hips and waists.
The air in the kitchen all but sizzled with sexual energy as lust, desire, and need crackled around them, and when Bailey walked Henri backward to the center island and straddled either side of his thigh, Henri grabbed on to Bailey’s bare ass and began to rock into that built body, more than happy to be the one Bailey was using to get himself off.
“Fuck.” Henri ripped his mouth free to get a good look at the gorgeous face in front of his. Bailey’s cheeks were flushed, and with that buzzed hair and his eyes alight, he looked like a wild man.
Henri could feel the sticky pre-cum on his thigh as he dug his fingers into Bailey’s rounded ass and pulled him in harder, and then he bit down on Bailey’s lip and said, “I’m about two seconds away from dragging you to your kitchen floor.”
Bailey all but crawled up him then, and when they were eye to eye, he said, “Do it,” and Henri didn’t need a second invitation.
With more dexterity than he would’ve imagined they could possess, Henri wound up on his back between the kitchen island and counter, with the cool tile under him and Bailey—fucking hell—straddling his waist.
He smoothed his palms up Bailey’s muscled thighs as his cop wrapped a hand around his dick and stroked, and when Bailey rocked back against Henri’s stiff length, Henri gnashed his teeth together.
In the rush to get close to each other again, they hadn’t overly thought this through, and now that they were here with no provisions, as such, Henri couldn’t help but tease his needy cop a little.
“Now whatcha gonna do, officer?”
Bailey’s eyes trailed down over Henri, and then he slicked his tongue over his lips and leaned down to plant a hand on either side of Henri’s head.
As he did, Bailey slid his hips back until their erections were in direct contact. “I’m going to wake up the way I wanted to all along.”
Henri’s hands found his waist then, as he craned his head up and said against Bailey’s lips, “Oh yeah? And how’s that?”
Bailey began to roll his hips, then he reached down, wrapped a palm around the two of them, and whispered, “I’m going to come all over you.”
