Epilogue
At one thirty the next morning, Tiffany tiptoed into Blaine’s house and closed the door softly behind her.
The last time she attempted this mission, she’d had no idea how she would be received.
This time, she had no doubt at all about the reception she could expect, and her entire body zinged with anticipation.
After what he’d done for her, she couldn’t wait to worship every inch of him.
If she could only give him a fraction of what he’d given her, she’d leave happy.
She moved stealthily into the bedroom, pleased that he’d left the light on in the bathroom. He appeared to be asleep, but she wasn’t entirely sure. Since she wouldn’t put it past him to fake sleep, she moved quickly to retrieve the items she’d brought with her from the bag she carried.
Beginning with the handcuffs, she slid one cuff on his wrist and lifted his arm to bring it closer to the headboard.
If he was faking sleep, he was doing a hell of a job.
His arm weighed a ton! By the time she got the cuffs looped around one of the rails on his headboard and secured his second hand, she’d worked up a sweat.
He let out a soft snore that startled her. He really was asleep!
She bounded off the bed to remove her clothes, slid the blindfold into place and then drew the sheet down over his hips, exposing his raging erection. “You are faking!”
Laughing, he said, “You really think I’d be asleep when you ordered me to be naked in bed when you got here?”
Wanting to see his gorgeous, devious eyes, she pushed up the blindfold. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because that was one hell of a show. I liked the striptease the best. Can we do that again sometime? Soon?”
“I ought to leave you like this and let them find your carcass sometime next week.”
“You wouldn’t do that to me.”
Leaning over him, she kissed him, softly and slowly. “No, I wouldn’t, especially not after what you did for me.”
“You liked that, huh?”
“I loved it. I’m not sure which part I loved best—it’s a toss-up between you publicly humiliating Jim and getting all your friends to vote for me.”
“Humiliating Jim wasn’t part of the plan, but I have to say it was the highlight of the evening for me, too.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much for risking your job and your career and your reputation and your mother’s wrath to stand up for me. No one has ever done anything like that for me before.”
“No one has ever loved you as much as I do.”
She hadn’t seen that coming and stared at him, almost waiting for him to take it back. “You do?”
Nodding, he said, “For a very long time now, I suspect.”
“I love you, too. For probably just as long.”
“Now that you have me,” he said, smiling suggestively and tugging on the cuffs, “whatever will you do with me?”
“I have a few ideas.” She slid the blindfold back over his eyes and began with kisses all over his face and neck and then tortured him with suggestive strokes of her breasts and hair over his chest and belly.
“Do you promise you’ll never leave me, no matter how mad you get with me?”
“God, yes. I promise.” His groan and the arch of his hips made her smile with satisfaction. “Why would I leave the best thing to ever happen to me?”
Pleased with his answer, she touched him everywhere but where he wanted her most, starting at his feet and working her way slowly up his legs, only to deny him time and again, making him thrash and pull against the cuffs.
“Do you promise to never again use your badge to bully me?”
His erection lay heavy against his belly, weeping and straining for the contact she refused to give.
“Right about now I’d let you use my badge to bully me.”
Laughing, she said, “I’m afraid I need a promise.” From the bedside table, she retrieved the vibrator and turned it on, making him tug even harder against the tight hold of the cuffs.
His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “I promise.”
“Remember what you said after our first ‘encounter,’ when you were leaving my house?”
“I barely remember my own name right now,” he said through gritted teeth.
Hoping to arouse him even more, she turned the vibrator up to high. “Allow me to refresh your memory. You said if I snuck into your bedroom and handcuffed you, you wouldn’t call the cops. You’d cry for mercy. Remember?”
“Yes,” he growled.
She brought the vibrator down on his nipple, and he cried out from the surprise and shock of it.
Then she did it to the other side, garnering the same reaction.
Trailing the buzzing toy over the rippled muscles on his abdomen made his erection grow impossibly larger, and still she hadn’t touched him there.
She used the vibrator on his inner thighs, coming perilously close to his balls before backing off again.
“Christ,” he muttered. “Mercy.”
Filled with her own power and loving every minute of it, Tiffany held back a laugh.
“If this is how you reward a guy, remind me not to do you any more favors.”
He sounded so tortured that Tiffany withdrew the toy. “You don’t like it?”
“If you stop now, I’ll spank your ass until it’s so red you can’t sit down for a week.”
“Tell me how you really feel.”
“Watch that saucy mouth, or I might spank you just for the fun of it.”
“You’re talking far too much,” Tiffany said, dragging the vibrator up the inside of his right leg, bringing it to a stop under his balls.
With a sharp cry, his hips surged off the bed.
Tiffany was ready for him, taking his straining erection into her mouth and sucking on the tip. She positioned the vibrator so the smaller arm made contact with his back door. The combination made him come explosively.
“Holy shit,” he whispered many minutes later. He tugged hard on the cuffs. “Take them off.”
“Do you promise not to spank me?”
“No promises.”
Despite her trepidations, she released the cuffs.
The first thing he did was tear off the blindfold, and then he was reaching for her. Before she knew what hit her, she was under him with her knees raised and her arms around his neck. “I know about what happened to you. With Eden.”
That stopped him short. “Oh. Mac?”
Tiffany nodded. “But only after significant cajoling. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you myself. I should have.”
“I understand that some things are too painful to talk about.”
“We’ve both had enough pain,” he said, kissing her sweetly. “I don’t know about you, but I’m more than ready to be happy.”
She brushed a strand of hair off his forehead. “Maddie asked me how I knew I was in love with you, and I told her being with you makes me happier than I’ve ever been. And when I thought I’d lost you—”
He pressed a finger to her lips. “You never lost me. Not for one minute. You’ve had me from the very beginning.
” Punctuating his words with soft kisses, he added, “You may not realize this, but before you, before us, I never would’ve been able to give up control the way I just did.
Being in control of everything—all the time—has kept me sane the last few years, but it gets exhausting after a while. ”
She curled her arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss. “I’ll shoulder some of the load for you.”
“I love you,” he whispered as he surged into her. “I want everything with you. Tell me you want the same thing.”
He moved rapidly, slamming into her so fast and so furious he stole the breath from her lungs. “Tell me,” he said again, more urgently this time.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, as he drove them both to a shattering climax that left her shuddering and quivering and on fire for more of him.
“What were you saying yes to?” he asked with a smile after he gave her a few minutes to recover while he continued to pulse inside her.
She looked up at him, taking in every detail of the face that had become so precious to her. “Everything.”
He kissed her gently and reverently and then rested his forehead on hers to gaze into her eyes. “Good answer.”
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