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Bailey was instantly transported back to Henri’s loft, Henri’s stairs, and as he stood there bathed in the warm Jamaican sun, a shiver skated down his spine, his body remembering in explicit detail every second of being so deliciously…taken.
“True,” Bailey said. “Maybe when we get home you’d be up for a rematch?”
Henri took Bailey’s chin between his fingers and nipped at his lower lip, then he swiped his tongue over the top. “Oh, I’m already up for it. You just let me know when you’re ready to take me on.”
Bailey sighed against that teasing mouth, his worries from the last couple of days a little less difficult to bear when he had this man by his side. “I’ll be sure to do that.”
“Hmm, good.” Henri reached down and took his hand, and as his warm fingers enveloped Bailey’s, that feeling of belonging once again overtook him. “Now, you ready to really disappear?”
Bailey grinned. He’d never been ready for anything more. He followed Henri the rest of the way down the pier and climbed into one of the speedboats.
The water sprayed their faces as the boat sped along the ocean, and Bailey relished the warm breeze and the sun heating his skin. The cold winter nights were just starting back in Chicago, so he planned to soak up every minute of this tropical paradise while he could.
After a few minutes, the boat slowed, and Bailey opened his eyes to see Henri looking in his direction, though with his Aviators on, he couldn’t tell if Henri was looking at him or past his shoulder.
“This is you,” the helmsman called out as he pulled up alongside a small dock outside a big overwater bungalow, only this one wasn’t attached to a walkway or any other bungalows. The closest one was far enough away that he couldn’t even make out if someone was there.
It seemed Henri hadn’t been lying. When he wanted to vanish, he knew exactly how to go about it, because as far as Bailey could tell, they were in about as remote a location as they could possibly get.
Bailey shrugged his bag up onto his shoulder and followed Henri onto the dock.
“So?” Henri said, as they entered the main room of the bungalow. “What do you think?”
“Are you kidding?” Bailey’s eyes roamed over the space: high ceilings, polished wooden slats. A view of the Atlantic surrounded them, and beneath their feet, a runner of clear glass showcased the ocean below. The front and back entrances were both open wide, letting in the breeze. Peering out the back, Bailey could see a pool, a hot tub and deck area, and stairs that led down to a private dock set up with two lounge chairs. Yeah, he just might never leave.
“This place is amazing,” Bailey said, tossing his bag by the bed. “I can’t actually believe I’m here.”
Henri dropped his duffel by his feet and shoved his sunglasses up onto his head as he looked around. “Why not? You got something against the ocean? The sun? Or is it relaxing in general you don’t like doing?”
Bailey scoffed and looked over his shoulder to the crystal-blue water that surrounded them as far as the eye could see. “I live on a cop’s salary. This kind of place is usually something I look at on the television and think, I wish.”
Henri walked over to Bailey and hooked a finger in the front of his shorts, drawing him forward a step. Once they were close enough that Bailey could feel the heat emanating from Henri’s body, Henri pressed a kiss to his lips. “Maybe you should consider going into the private sector.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Or…you can just consider me your personal genie. You wished to come to a place like this? Wish granted. You get two more while we’re here.”
Bailey wound his arms around Henri’s neck and hummed against his mouth. “I like the sound of that.”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
“And what do I have to do to get these wishes?” Bailey asked as he ran his fingers up into Henri’s hair. “Rub you?”
Henri’s lips curved. “Why don’t you give it a try to find out?”
Bailey was about to do just that, but Henri’s stomach growled, making him chuckle.
“Looks like you might have a hunger for something else right now. Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, I could eat.”
Henri smoothed his hands down over Bailey’s ass and squeezed. “Usually, I’d suggest you get on your knees about now, but…I am actually hungry. So why don’t you go and find us a spot to sit? I’m gonna grab our lunch.”
Henri turned to the door that led through to what Bailey assumed was the living area and kitchen. “You’re going to serve me too? Now this, I could get used to.”
When Henri reached the door, he stopped, glanced over his shoulder, and ran his gaze down Bailey’s body. “While we’re here, I plan to serve you in all kinds of ways, officer. But if you don’t get the fuck out of this bedroom, food won’t be the first.”
