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Riley giggles, leaning forward to bury her face in my neck. I wrap my arms around her, enjoying her closeness. After a few minutes, I push her back gently, connecting our lips once more.

“Let’s get you dressed.” I say, reaching down to grab her dress from the ground.

Riley deflates a little as she asks, “Are we going back to the station?”

“No,” I assure her, slipping the dress over her head. “Murphy can handle things for a few more hours. I’m not done with you yet. Actually… I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you. I just need a little something to hold me over before I go back to work.”

“I’d like that,” she says with a grin as I help her off of my lap and out of the car. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good,” I reply, pulling her into another searing kiss before opening the passenger door for her. “I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too, daddy,” she says. “I love you so much.”

Epilogue

Six Years Later

Riley

“Heading out?” I ask Murphy as he strolls past the reception desk.

I’ve been working at the sheriff’s station since meeting Noah. I’m not sure why I never considered this as a career option, maybe I thought it would be too unimportant to attract Noah’s attention, but it combines my passion for the law with the organizational and social skills I picked up as a librarian. I started here a few weeks after we got married. It’s nice being so close to him, and my only complaint is that we have to leave our son, Connor, with one of our parents while the two of us are working.

“I am,” he confirms, jerking his head toward the back of the station. “Everyone else should be going to patrol now. Well, everyone but your husband. He’s got some paperwork he has to get filed. No one should bother you for the rest of the day. I won’t say anything else, though. Don’t want to jinx it.”

“I appreciate that,” I say, giving him a warm smile. “Be safe.”

Murphy returns my smile, tapping my desk twice before leaving. The rest of the force filters out slowly. Some of themare in plain clothes, only here for the monthly meeting. A few minutes after the last officer leaves, Noah strolls over to my desk.

“How’s the paperwork going?” I ask, immediately feeling at ease now that he’s here.

“What paperwork?” he says with a smirk.

Our mutual obsession has only grown since we met. We have our hands on each other any spare moment we can find. From the tone of his voice, we have a spare second.

When I tilt my head curiously, he continues. “What do you say you come to my office and play a game with daddy?”

I stand without a second thought. Already, I feel myself getting a tiny bit wet at his suggestion. My pulse pounds in my ears, and my heart thumps with excitement. We haven’t done something like this at the station in a while.

Noah places his hand on my back as he leads me to his office. Once the door is closed behind us, he pulls me into a kiss. I melt against him, pressing our bodies together. His cock pushes against me through his pants, and my knees get a little weak.

Instead of reaching for my clothes when he pulls away, he goes for the handcuffs attached to his belt. I watch with rapt attention, only a small idea of where this might be going. When he catches me watching him, he gives me a smirk.

“Daddy needs to practice fore when he’s catching the bad guys,” he says, his voice smooth like silk. “You’ll help daddy, won’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” I say, goosebumps blossoming on my arms as I realize what’s about to happen.

“Good girl,” he says, the words sending hot desire shooting through me. “Now, take off your clothes for daddy.”

I obey him, eager to get to what he has planned. This is far from the first time that we’ve played with his handcuffs, but we’ve never done it at the station. The fact that anyone could come back while we’re in the middle of this adds another layer of eroticism to the act. I’m already embarrassingly wet.

Once I’m naked, Noah’s hand finds my ass. He squeezes playfully before praising me once again. Then, he brings my hands behind my back, holding them together at my wrists and slapping the metal cuffs onto me.

The coldness from them cuts into my thin skin, but they aren’t too tight – Noah has made sure of that. Still, there’s no getting out of them. I’m completely at my husband’s mercy. Another rush of wetness drips from my pussy at the thought – there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“Now, remember,” he says as he takes hold of my bindings and roughly walks me toward his desk. “I’m only pretending you’re a bad guy. You’re still my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” I reply, drunk off arousal. He isn’t rough with me often, but I find that I like seeing this different side of him. I know he’s never going to hurt me.