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“Henri.” Bailey tore his mouth free, and his head fell back against the door. “Fuck… I…”
Henri flexed his fingers around Bailey’s wrists and scraped his teeth along his jaw. “Come with me,” he said against Bailey’s lips, then he tugged on the material around Bailey’s wrists and pulled his arms down, guiding him away from the door.
HENRI’S COCK WAS pounding like a motherfucker. But what did he expect? He’d barely let his cop walk inside his place before he’d tied Bailey up, pinned his hands over his head, and stripped the gorgeous man naked. Of course, his dick hated him. It wanted in. It wanted action. It wanted Bailey, and when they got upstairs to his bedroom, Henri planned to give it all those things.
As Henri guided Bailey across the living room, he couldn’t help the delicious satisfaction he got from the fact Bailey was letting him order him around right now. Not only that, but he was fully into it.
His cop was opening up, exploring his sexual side more and more every time they were together, and holy fuck, when he’d told Henri to suck his dick, Henri had just about forgotten his little game of payback and decided to let Bailey be in charge.
But no, he hadn’t forgotten. In fact, he was well into his “boss the cop around” fantasy now. As he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up, Henri knew exactly what he wanted to see next.
“After you,” Henri said as he moved aside, wondering just how far Bailey’s boldness would go. Bailey eyed the stairs and then looked at Henri. When Henri arched a brow, the sexy officer swallowed and walked forward to take the first step.
Henri moved in behind him, his eyes travelling from Bailey’s bare feet to his muscled calves. When Bailey took the second and third step, Henri’s gaze roamed further north to the tight hamstrings and spectacular backside.
The plan was to get Bailey upstairs to his bed, where Henri could get naked, stretch out over that toned body, and work it out.
But around halfway up the staircase, his bedroom seemed too far away and the temptation in front of him too close. “Stop.”
Bailey froze, two steps from the landing, and started to turn around.
“Don’t move. Stay exactly the way you are.”
Henri moved up a step until he was eyelevel with Bailey’s phenomenal ass. He reached out and ran a finger down Bailey’s crack. “Now, bend over, officer.”
Henri remained silent, wondering just how far Bailey was willing to go with this. But then his cop parted his legs a little for a sturdier stance and bent at the waist, and Henri cursed—loudly.
“Best fucking view ever.” Henri took another step up. “Brace your hands on that landing there. Yeah,” Henri said when Bailey did as he was told. “Just like that.”
Goddamn it.
Bailey looked so fucking good right now that Henri wasn’t exactly sure where he wanted to start. One thing he was sure of, though, was how thankful he was that he still had his wallet in his pocket, because there was no way on God’s green earth they were gonna get off these stairs without him fucking the hell out of Craig Bailey.
Lowering to the step in front of him, Henri settled on his knees and brought his hands up to the smooth skin covering Bailey’s ass. Bailey sucked in a breath, and Henri knew his cop was just as on edge as he was.
“You have the best ass I’ve ever seen in my life. You know that.” As Henri squeezed and pulled Bailey’s cheeks apart, a desperate groan floated down the stairwell.
“Damn, Bailey.” Henri dragged one of his thumbs along Bailey’s narrow channel. “This little detour of mine is working out even better than I first thought.”
As Henri pressed the pad of his thumb against the tight hole, Bailey shoved back, making Henri chuckle.
“Hmm, you’re liking it too, I see.” Henri bent his head and flicked his tongue across the base of Bailey’s spine. “What do you like most, I wonder? Me bossing you around? You naked on your hands and knees? Or me—about to kiss, bite, and fuck this incredible body of yours right here on my staircase?”
“Holy shit.” Bailey’s voice shook as his body trembled, and Henri scraped his teeth across the top of one of Bailey’s cheeks.
“Bailey?”
“Yeah,” Bailey all but panted, making Henri grin.
“Spread these knees a little wider for me. I wanna get all up in here and drive you crazy.”
A curse left Bailey’s lips, but he immediately did as he was told, and once he was braced and steady, Henri lowered his head and dragged his tongue along the hot, shadowy cleft calling to him.
“Ahh… Oh my fucking God,” Bailey called out, as his body tensed and his ass flexed in Henri’s hands, then his thighs locked in place on the stairs, and Henri used his thumbs to pull Bailey even further apart.
