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We’d stayed up late a lot of nights. Sharing our darkest, dirtiest fantasies. He’d been great at coaxing them out of me.
“Shh… you’re thinking too hard.”
“Nix—"
“You’re right, you know?” His big, warm hands moved to the metal button at my collar. One by one, he popped them off. “I won’t hurt you. Not in any way you won’t like. I promise.” The ties on my hands loosened, but I just stood there.
I didn’t try to rip the blindfold off.
I didn’t do anything but stand in from of him. Yearning for him to be the one to take the mask off to reveal himself.
“Nix, please… let me see you.”
“You know what I look like, kitten,” he oddly confirmed. My brows pulled together. I know what he looks like? The pulse point at my neck picked up speed as I breathed in deeper. Inhaling his scent. The scent I was almost sure had been in the break room when that detective walked in.
“Nix.” My chest heaved and my hands shook, but I couldn’t get them to move.
Was it him? Was Nix the detective I’d been pining for from afar? I wasn’t sure, and for some reason, I couldn’t get myself to ask.
Nix’ hands rounded my shoulders and pulled the overall off slowly, peeling it from my body. Then they moved down to lift one leg and then the other, leaving soft trails of heat against my skin. When the ugly, shapeless uniform was gone, I was left in nothing but a tiny red camisole and black biker shorts I’d worn under my office clothes to make it easier to get dressed in a small bathroom at a mom and pop coffee shop before I got to the bus. I hadn’t had time to go home since I was cleaning the police station on my own.
“Look at you.” Appreciation dripped from his voice, and it made me feel… pretty. Sexy. The deep intake of breath made me very aware of just how close he was, of how much of me he was looking at. And I shocked myself by not trying to hide from what felt like his scrutinizing gaze.
In that moment, any insecurities I’d ever had about my body no longer existed. I wasn’t scared or worried. I wasn’t sure if that was because I knew him on a different level after all our phone calls or because I could hide behind a blindfold and not really know who I was standing in front of half-naked.
Or maybe it was my soul recognizing my other half?
One as twisted and dark as I was, and we clicked perfectly in place.
“You’re even prettier than I imagined,” he confessed. My face felt hot.
“Nix—"
“You took my breath away when I first laid eyes on you. Did you know that, kitten?
“I, umm…”
“You stirred something inside of me,” he whispered what felt like a hairsbreadth away from my lips.
His big, calloused hand moved up my waist, and I didn’t squirm as it explored. I didn’t even giggle when it tickled. I stood still when his hand cupped the side of my face.
“It came to life, and every little thing I learned about you only made it hungrier for you,” he kept sharing as I leaned into his caress. His thumb skimmed the apple of my cheek, and my eyes shut behind the blindfold, letting all my senses soak in everything they could. “That’s the same white bow you were wearing, and that night, I got home and pictured peeling this overall off your body right here.”
“You did?” There was no hiding the hope in my voice. Or the pleasure it brought to me that Nix was sharing even more about himself. He grunted, and the sound only added to the warm pulsing between my legs.
“It’s why I texted you.” He’d found my number? “Fuck, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“But you texted.” He wanted to hear my voice? My observation made him laugh, and the manly sound surrounded me like a warm blanket.
“No one ever answers their phone to unknown numbers nowadays.” He wasn’t wrong. “I had to make sure to get your attention. Earn your trust.”
“Earn my trust.”” He had done that. God, I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t realized that. He might not have made a date for us to meet, but I had been telling him exactly where I would be every night since we’d started to talk.
Not to mention I’d told him all about my fantasies.
Before I knew it, the overall was completely off and he’d tossed it behind me. “Is that better?” His touch was soft. “Less scratchy?” he asked with concern, and I nodded.
“Yes, thank you.” My thighs pressed together, and my nipples stood at attention against the flimsy sheer unlined bra I’d worn to be a little more comfortable.
