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There was a bead of sweat on Bailey’s brow now as he sized Henri up, and Henri couldn’t help but imagine Bailey’s built body covered in the same sheen—and licking it off.
“Ready to quit yet?”
The arrogance recaptured Henri’s attention and guaranteed his hard-on for the rest of the afternoon and evening, and when Bailey’s eyes lowered to his sweats, Henri knew there was no hiding it—so he didn’t bother. His back was to the rest of the establishment, and as Henri eyed his cocky opponent, he noticed that Bailey’s breathing was coming a little…faster now.
“Do I look like I want to quit?”
Bailey tongued his top lip, as though he were thinking over his answer. Then he raised his gloved hands in the universal signal of time and crossed the mat. “No. You look exactly the way I feel right now.”
Henri’s cock throbbed between his legs, but somehow he managed to say, “And how’s that?”
“Like you want to pay me back for kicking your ass.”
Henri’s fists curled in his gloves, his entire body vibrating with a hungry need. “Oh, I want to pay you back all right, at my place, alone. So what do you say, officer?”
Bailey’s breath caught, and he looked over his shoulder to the locker room and said, “How about we, uh…hit the showers first?”
If Henri hadn’t been so on edge he might’ve taken Bailey up on that offer, but he knew better. They weren’t the only two there at the gym, and it was best if he didn’t go anywhere near Bailey when he would be so…fuckable.
“How about you hit the showers,” Henri said, knowing that would give him a little time to get himself under some kind of control. “Go get all clean for me, so I can dirty you up when I get you back home.”
Bailey didn’t need any further instruction after that. He was in and out of the shower in under ten minutes. In less than fifteen, they were inside Henri’s car. Twenty minutes later, the front door to his loft was being pushed open, and twenty-one minutes after that, Henri had Bailey exactly where he wanted him—alone.
Chapter Thirteen
CONFESSION
I always hated the stairs as a workout.
But maybe it was because I was doing it wrong.
BAILEY HAD BARELY shut the door to Henri’s loft when his back was shoved up against it, Henri’s body flush against his. The entire drive back from the gym had been an exercise in restraint, each of them making the trip in silence, the air swirling around them all but crackling with sexual need.
Somewhere during his hellish night, horrible morning, and midafternoon boxing therapy session, Bailey’s emotions had run the full gamut. He’d gone from shock to upset, grief to guilt, disbelief to anger. And now, as his back collided with the solid wood surface, he’d thrown all of those aside to focus on something much easier to understand—lust.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Henri said, his hands immediately going to the edge of Bailey’s tank top. “That drive felt like it took forever.”
“I know.” Bailey slid his palms over the black fabric of Henri’s sweats to his ass. “I was close to asking the driver of that red Toyota at the last stop if they know it’s just as illegal to drive under the speed limit as it is to drive over it.”
Henri chuckled as he bent his head to nip at Bailey’s lower lip. “In a hurry to get back here or something?”
Bailey squeezed the tight ass in his hands and thrust his hips forward. “What do you think?”
Henri inched his fingers under the material of Bailey’s top, kissed his way up to Bailey’s ear, and whispered, “I think I want to get you out of these clothes. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Bailey groaned and nodded, and as Henri began to inch the top up his torso, Bailey raised his arms. Henri growled, a sound that went straight to Bailey’s dick, and when his shirt was up around his wrists, Henri wrapped them several times, tucked in the end, and then pinned them in place against the door with one of his hands.
“Oh, would you look at that. Seems you’re gonna be detained for a little while, Officer Bailey.”
Bailey licked along his lower lip as he bucked his hips. “Now there’s a role reversal.”
Henri gave a devilish grin that made Bailey’s blood heat, then lowered his head and licked a hot, wet path up the underside of one of Bailey’s biceps. “Never been restrained before, huh?”
Bailey swallowed and turned his head, and the scorching heat in Henri’s eyes did nothing to douse the flames licking through his veins. “No. You?”
The smirk that crossed Henri’s lips was downright depraved. “Many have tried, but…”
“But?” Bailey said, the word practically a sigh when Henri wedged a thigh between his leg.
“But I can get out of a pair of handcuffs in less than ten seconds. Sooo, there’s really no point.”
