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Bailey let out a bark of laughter. “Really? Then I think that might just work out. But I have one condition.” Henri raised an eyebrow as Bailey nipped at his lower lip. “This PI business, it needs to be legit. I’ll only sign on if we do things on the up-and-up.”
“Uh, I’m not sure I know how to do that. You might have to keep me in line.”
“Now that sounds like a job I’d love to do…permanently.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Bailey pressed a hard, fast kiss to Henri’s lips and then took a step back until their tethered arms were stretched out between them. “Now, about this little trick of yours, how about you show me how it’s done?”
Epilogue
Two Months Later
“ARE YOUR EYES closed?”
Bailey grinned and nodded the best he could with Henri standing behind him and hands over the top of his eyes. “Yes, for the millionth time. But have you forgotten that you blindfolded me in the parking garage?”
“No. I’m just making sure I covered all my bases.”
“I think you’re safe. Do you really think I enjoyed tripping over that stair a minute ago?”
Henri chuckled by his ear. “I don’t know, but I sure like the way you felt when you fell into me.”
“Mhmm. So glad my humiliation was stimulating for you.”
“Everything about you is stimulating to me. Now, if you’re done complaining…” Henri nipped at his ear. “We’re here.”
Bailey stopped when Henri did, and as he reveled in the warmth of Henri pressed up against him, he listened for any other sounds around them, trying to pinpoint where exactly he’d been brought.
It was Monday morning, and where the two of them usually made the ten-minute commute into the small, cold, run-down basement they rented for their PI business to get their week going, this morning they’d made a detour.
Henri had said that he had a surprise, and as he removed his hands from Bailey’s eyes and stepped away, Bailey almost whimpered from the loss of having Henri close.
“Can you see anything?” Henri asked again, and this time his voice sounded as though it was directly in front of him.
Bailey shook his head. “No.”
Then a warm set of lips brushed over his. “Good.”
Bailey reached out to grab at Henri, but before he could make contact, Henri laughed that deep, sexy, rumbling sound that made Bailey’s cock instantly hard, and moved away again.
“Behave yourself, officer. I didn’t bring you here for that.”
Bailey licked at his lower lip, trying to get another taste of Henri—always wanting more. “You need to stop calling me that.”
Henri scoffed, and Bailey noticed the sound was now farther away than it had been a second ago.
“I’ll never stop calling you that. You, Craig Bailey, will always be my officer, always be my hot cop.”
Damn. Henri’s voice had taken on that suggestive tone that let Bailey know they were thinking about the exact same thing: how soon they could get alone, how soon they could get naked.
What were they doing there again?
“Henri?”
“Hmm?”
“Where are we?”
Bailey heard Henri’s footsteps and then felt him move behind him again. As he wound his arms around Bailey’s waist, Henri pulled him back into his body and said by his ear, “Take your blindfold off and find out.”
Bailey reached up and tugged the black material away from his eyes, and as they adjusted to the light spilling in through the window directly in front of them, Bailey noticed they were standing in an office space.
There were two desks set up side by side in front of a huge semicircle window that let in an extraordinary view of Chicago.
“So, what do you think?”
Bailey was at a loss for words as he looked around the space and started to see little mementos of his and theirs all over.
There were a pair of boxing gloves on the shelf behind one of the desks, and a selfie of the two of them sitting on the private dock of the bungalow in Jamaica—from the second time they visited. There was a speeding ticket, which Henri had framed, sitting on the shelf behind the other desk, and beside that a pair of handcuffs, which made Bailey laugh. “It’s perfect.”
“Yeah?”
Bailey took another look around and nodded. “One hundred percent. When did you have time to do this?”
“Well, you know the Wagner case I said I’ve been working on the last month?”
Bailey’s mouth fell open. Henri had been using the Wagner excuse to leave at all hours of the day, and sometimes for hours. “This is where you were coming?”
“This is where.”
Bailey wound his arms around Henri’s neck and melted into the warmth of his body, then opened up and let him inside. Henri’s tongue tangled with his in a slow, sensual dance, and as the two of them walked back toward one of the desks, Bailey placed his hands on Henri’s chest and nipped at his chin. “You’re very sneaky.”
