Chapter 35
RYAN
I’m on the couch watching ESPN in the dark, waiting for Cooper to get here for our date. It’s been a long damn work week, and I’m excited to spend time with her this weekend. She told me she had errands to run after work and would be here at seven. She planned the date, since I took her out last week, but she wouldn’t tell me what we’re doing—just to dress casual.
At seven, she texts me that she’s on her way. Ten minutes later, there’s a knock at the door.
When I open it, my jaw practically hits the floor. Cooper stands there bundled in a coat that stops mid-thigh and a hat with a police badge perched on her head. Her legs are bare from the knees down, with high, strappy heels that make her legs look impossibly long—and sexy as hell.
I’m stunned.
“Good evening, Sir,” she says, her voice sweet as she slowly unbuttons her coat, revealing a tiny cop uniform—if you can call it a uniform. The dress barely covers her ass, and it’s zipped low in the front, giving me an unapologetic view of her cleavage. She raises her brows. “There was a noise complaint for this address… Said they heard screaming.” Her lips quirk into a smirk. “Were you making someone scream?”
Holy shit. She’s role-playing.
I can’t help the slow grin that spreads across my face as I realize what she’s doing. “Not yet,” I say, my voice thick with intent. “But I hope to be soon.”
She bites her lip, trying to hold back a grin but failing slightly. “Hmm… I’m going to need to take a look around. You know… investigate.”
“By all means, Officer.” I wave her in, my grin widening as her coat falls to the floor. My gaze locks onto her—bare legs, smooth skin, tits I can’t stop staring at. My jeans tighten instantly, my cock hardening at the sight of her. Jesus, she’s so sexy.
“So, tell me—have you been a bad boy?” Her tone is a perfect mix of authority and seduction.
I play along. “Do you want me to be a bad boy?” My pulse quickens, excitement building. Whatever she has planned, I’m all in. I love date night so far.
Her lips curve into a sly smile. “Maybe.” Her hand presses against my chest, as she walks me back toward the wall. “Now, answer the question. Were you making someone scream?”
I let out a low chuckle, my eyes dropping to the cleavage peeking from her dress, my cock pressing hard against my jeans. “That depends,” I murmur. My hands slide around her waist as I lean in close, whispering against her ear. “Are you a screamer, Officer?”
She looks down, her shoulders shaking as she laughs quietly. Her gaze flicks to my hands as she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, twirling them slowly around her finger. “You know,” she says as seriously as she can. “I could arrest you for touching me.”
I hold my hands up in mock surrender. “What can I say? I’m a bad boy. And I’ve got a thing for hot cops.”
Her laughter slips out again as she presses closer. “Is that so?” She hooks a finger into the waistband of my jeans, pulling me closer until her lips are just a breath away. “Bad boys like you need to be… punished.”
“I can’t imagine anything feeling like a punishment while you’re in that dress.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Dammit,” she says softly. “Stop making me laugh.”
I chuckle, meeting her gaze.
She takes a steadying breath, her expression turning serious—almost. “Well, since you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I think a little restraint is in order.” She slips my hands off her hips and steps back. “Take your shirt off first, though.”
I arch a brow. “Why does it feel like I’m about to be rewarded?”
She presses her lips together. “Now! Or I’ll add resisting arrest to your charges.”
Laughing softly, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it aside. “Satisfied, Officer?”
Her eyes roam over me, and damn, the way she’s looking at me could make a saint sin, and I’m about two seconds away from begging her to skip the games.
“Almost,” she murmurs, stepping closer.
She grabs my wrist and snaps a cuff around it, her smirk never faltering as she leads me to the staircase, threading the cuffs through the railing. “Hands here,” she says as she guides my free hand behind my back, the cold metal snapping shut with finality.
I test the cuffs, tugging lightly. “This doesn’t seem very fair. How am I supposed to make you scream if I can’t touch you?”
She leans in, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath warm. “I guess we'll have to get creative, won’t we?” Her tone is playful, teasing, and it shoots straight to my dick.
“Jesus, babe,” I mutter.
“I’ll need you to stay quiet while I finish my investigation,” she says, tapping her finger against my chest as she circles back in front of me, inspecting me like I’m her prey. “Now, as for your punishment…” Her nail drags down my abdomen, sending chills racing through me.
My eyes follow her every movement. “I can’t wait.” A grin tugs at my lips. “You’re really taking this seriously, huh?”
Her fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans, tugging lightly as her eyes lock with mine. “You have no idea,” she purrs, as her hand brushes over my length, sending a jolt through me.
“Fuck,” I chuckle, shaking my head. She completely owns me right now. As much as I want to touch her, being handcuffed adds a level of submission I didn’t know I’d like. I’m so turned on I can barely think straight.
Her hands move to the button on my jeans, popping it open and dragging the zipper down—slow, deliberate, teasing. Then she pauses, her eyes darting up to meet mine. “Let’s see if you can really make me scream.”
She’s killing me.
“Oh, you’ll scream. But I’m going to need my hands.”
“I recall you being quite good at getting a woman off without touching her.”
“But I want to touch you, babe.”
She pauses, cocking a brow. “Yeah? What would you do if you could?”
I swallow hard, my gaze flicking to the zipper of her tiny dress, teasingly low but nowhere near low enough. “I’d start with your zipper. I’d pull it down so I can see your tits.”
Her fingers trace over the zipper. “Like this?” she whispers, dragging it down to her sternum, the material barely covering her nipples. My dick throbs in response.
“Yeah… Then I’d pull you close, so you’d feel how hard I am for you.”
She steps closer, pressing herself against my hard-on, as her hands glide up my chest. “Go on,” she says, her voice soft and breathy.
“Show me your tits, babe,” I say, my tone edged with desperation.
She grips the neckline of her dress, slowly pulling it open, flashing me her perfect boobs. Her nipples are hard and pink, practically begging to be touched.
“Jesus,” I groan, my head falling back against the railing before snapping my gaze back to her. “I’d grope your tits, pinch your nipples.”
She slips a hand into her dress, cupping one of her boobs, and rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her lips part, and a soft moan escapes, making my cock pulse even harder. “And then?”
“Then I’d push your dress up,” I say, my voice rough and strained, “I’d run my fingers over your panties to tease you, feel how wet you are for me.”
Her eyes lock on mine, daring me to look away as her fingers drift down, hiking her dress up just enough to make me lose my damn mind. Her fingers brush over her white lacy underwear, and I can’t fucking breathe.
“Like this?” she whispers.
“Exactly like that,” I rasp. Holy shit. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Heat courses through every vein in my body, and I feel carnal—like a wild animal trapped inside me—hungry, raging, desperate to break free.
Her jaw drops as she lets out a gasp.
“Coop, you’re driving me fucking crazy.” I groan.
“Good,” she says with confidence. “Now, what’s next?”
I bite back a curse, my eyes glued to her hand, aching to touch her. “I’d dip my fingers into your panties,” I say desperately. “Feel how soaked you are.”
Her fingers slide down, disappearing beneath the fabric. “Like this?” Her head falls back as a moan escapes her lips, loud and unrestrained.
Jesus Christ, I’m barely holding on here. “Tell me how wet you are, babe.”
Her eyes lock with mine. “Oh, I’m drenched, babe. I’m fucking drenched.” She hooks her fingers into the waistband of her G-string, dragging it down an inch before stopping, waiting for me to beg.
I chuckle. “Stop torturing me, and show me your pussy.”
She grins, her brow arching as she slides them a little farther.
“Fuck,” I hiss, the word drawn out like a plea as she finally lets the fabric slide down her thighs. She steps out of them, kicking them to the side, her eyes never leaving mine. Every movement deliberate, killing me in the best way.
“Keep going,” she urges.
“I’d sink to my knees,” I growl, my voice thick with need. “I’d kiss my way up your thighs. Slow. Torturously slow. I want you begging for me before I finally taste you.”
Her teeth graze her bottom lip, and a soft gasp escapes as her hand begins to move, brushing against herself in light, teasing circles. My restraint shatters. “Coop,” I plead.
She ignores me, her hand moving in slow, deliberate circles. “Like this, Ryan?” she pants, her voice shaking with the same desire that's consuming me.
“Just like that,” I grind out. “But I’d go deeper. Harder. I wouldn’t stop until you were begging me to let you come—until you’re screaming my name.”
Her pace quickens, her breathing growing faster and more uneven, and she leans against the railing for support, her free hand gripping a rod tightly. My cock strains painfully against my jeans, screaming for release.
“Coop. Let me touch you. Let me take care of you.”
She shakes her head. “You are taking care of me.” Her body trembles, her gaze locking with mine, desperation in her voice as she whispers, “Can I come, Ry?” Her words are breathless, pleading—like she’s handing me the power.
“Yeah, babe,” I murmur, my voice rough. “Show me how you come for me.”
Her lips part, her head falling back as a breathy moan escapes her, her body arching as the tension breaks. The way she comes—completely undone—has me gripping the cuffs tighter. I can’t do a damn thing except watch, helpless and so turned on it hurts.
Her movements slow as she rides out the waves, her cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She steps closer, her tits press against my stomach, her pussy grazing my aching cock, and I swear I’m seconds from coming.
“That was sexy as hell, babe. Now, uncuff me so I can fuck you.”
Her arms slide around my neck, and her voice drops to a seductive whisper. “Patience, Ry. I’m not done with you yet.”
She lowers herself slowly, her hands trailing down my chest, her eyes never leaving mine. Her knees hit the floor, and she looks up at me with a wicked smile. My heart pounds as I realize she’s about to suck me off. Fuck, I can’t touch her, can’t run my hands through her hair or hold her head the way I want to. But the lack of control only heightens everything. It’s unbearable—but so fucking good.
Her fingers hook into the waistband of my boxer briefs, tugging them down along with my jeans in one smooth motion.
“Jesus…” I groan, the cool air hitting my skin as my cock springs free, hard and pulsing. I shudder under her touch. “You’re killing me, babe. Fuck me already. Wrap your lips around my cock and fuck me with your mouth.”
“Relax, babe,” she whispers, her warm breath ghosting over me as she leans in. Her lips brush against me, featherlight, teasing, and I groan, my hands clenching into fists behind me.
Her tongue flicks over the tip, and my hips buck instinctively. “God…”
Her fingers trace slow circles over my hips and thighs, her touch maddeningly light. “Stay still,” she commands, her hand wrapping firmly around the base of me as she takes me into her mouth. The heat of her lips, the way her tongue swirls around me—it’s heaven and hell all at once.
I’m completely at her mercy, my body taut with desire as she moves, slow and deliberate. She takes her time, her movements measured, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight of her on her knees, her lips wrapped around me—it’s too much. I’m not going to last long.
“Fuck,” I groan, my voice hoarse and trembling. “God, you’re incredible.”
She hums in response, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through me. Her pace quickens, her hand stroking in time with her mouth, and my breaths come faster, ragged. I’m on the edge, teetering, completely undone.
“Cooper, I’m—” I can’t even finish the sentence before I’m coming, my release hitting me like a freight train. She doesn’t stop, taking everything I give her, her hand and mouth moving until I’m completely spent.
She sits back on her heels, wiping the corner of her mouth with a satisfied smile.
I chuckle, still catching my breath. “Now get these damn cuffs off me so I can touch you.”
Cooper laughs. “Hmm. I don’t know.” She pulls a key from her pocket. “You’ve been pretty naughty.”
I grin. “Well, you’re making it damn near impossible to behave.”
“I think I’ll need at least one hand for this next part of the investigation.” She unlocks one cuff and swiftly snaps it around the railing. I don’t even care because I’m too excited to touch her.
She tosses the key over her shoulder. “Let’s see if you can earn your second hand back, Ryan.”
I waste no time. My free hand slides up her thigh as she leans into me, her hands gliding up my chest. She gasps softly as I trace circles along her skin, moving higher until—
A distant sound freezes us both.
The door slams shut downstairs, followed by voices. Vivian’s laughter carries through the air, unmistakable.
“Shit,” Cooper whispers, scrambling away from me. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” She drops to her knees, frantically searching under the couch. “Where is it? Where’s the damn key?”
“Forget the key!” I hiss, glancing at the staircase. “Just grab my fucking pants! Hurry!”
She flings my underwear at me instead, her whisper frantic. “Oh my God, why didn’t you tell me they’d be home?”
“We were supposed to be on a date!” I whisper-yell, fumbling to tug the fabric over my hips with one hand. “I forgot everything the moment Officer Sexy showed up at my door!”
Footsteps echo up the stairs, and my heart races. “Cooper, find the key!”
“I’m trying!” she whispers harshly, crawling around on the floor like a cat burglar.
“Just put my pants on me!”
She throws her hands up, glaring at me. “Do I look like I have time for that?” She frantically pushes her dress down, yanking the zipper up as high as it goes.
“Ryan?” Vivian’s voice carries up the stairs.
Cooper pops up from behind the couch, holding the key like it’s the Holy Grail. “I found it!” she whisper-shouts, rushing to me, fumbling to unlock the cuff from the railing.
“Uh… don’t come up!” I yell, panic in my voice, but it’s too late. The lights flip on, and Vivian steps into the room.
Cooper freezes mid-motion, the key in one hand, her other hand gripping my wrist. My boxer briefs are barely hanging on, my pants nowhere to be seen.
I sigh, slumping back against the railing. “Christ,” I mutter.
Vivian’s mouth falls open. “Oh. My. God.” Her eyes shut tightly, but not before an amused grin tugs at the corners of her lips.
Leo’s right behind her, Isla in his arms, his expression shifting from surprise to barely contained laughter. “Holy shit.” He arches a brow, his grin widening. “Seriously, mate?” His voice cracks as he smothers the laughter threatening to burst free.
I drag my hand down my face in agonizing embarrassment, my other wrist still cuffed to the railing, while Cooper attempts to shrink behind me.
“Oh my God, we’re so sorry!” Vivian sputters out.
Leo stands there, clearly reveling in the chaos, arms crossed over Isla, his grin smug. “Well, don’t let us interrupt,” he says, his voice thick with amusement. His gaze shifts between the two of us—me, shirtless and cuffed to the railing, pants nowhere in sight, and Cooper, trying to disappear in her barely-there cop dress. He chuckles. “Honestly, this is the best thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to give you shit about this for the next year.”
Vivian nudges Leo.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan, yanking my underwear higher as best I can with one hand. “Cooper, for the love of God, uncuff me.”
Cooper’s face turns beet red as she fumbles with the key. “I was… uh, we were just—”
Vivian waves her off, her lips twitching as she struggles to stifle a laugh. “No need to explain. I mean, I’m curious, but…”
Leo grins as he turns to Vivian, his tone serious. “I feel like we’ve been doing date night all wrong, love.”
“Totally,” she agrees without missing a beat. Her gaze shifts to me. “You’re leaving those handcuffs behind when you move out, right?”
Cooper finally manages to unlock the cuff, and I yank my arm free, rubbing my wrist. “Fuck.” I shake my head, a reluctant chuckle escaping despite the mortification. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Leo grins, handing Isla to Vivian. “I’ll grab the luggage, babe. You put her to bed.”
Vivian whispers something to Leo, kissing him softly before turning to us with a wide grin. “Just pretend I’m not here,” she says breezily, scurrying past us to the stairs.
“Right. Don’t stop on our account,” Leo says, smirking as he heads toward the stairs. “Carry on. Just try to keep it down.” He pauses mid-step, his smirk growing wider. “Oh, and Cooper? I think you’re missing a vital piece of your outfit.”
I follow his gaze to the edge of the wall, where her underwear lies in a crumpled heap.
Cooper buries her face in my shoulder, groaning. “Oh my God. I’m mortified. I can never look at him again.”
I shake my head, chuckling despite the embarrassment as I step into my pants. “At least you weren’t the one handcuffed to the railing in your underwear.”
“But I don’t know them. This is so much worse for me.”
I pull her into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You have nothing to worry about. They won’t make it weird. They’re cool, I promise.”
She peers up at me, a mortified laugh escaping her lips. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”
“Not a chance.”
She smacks my arm playfully, and I pull her closer, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Let’s keep the handcuffs in the bedroom from now on, okay?”