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The scent of burning chicken parm fills my nose even as Killian presses it against his pelvis, cock sheathed fully in my throat. It’s my fault, I couldn’t wait — he just looks so fucking good in grey sweatpants.

“Fucking love your mouth,” he groans, the pulsing against my tongue making me moan as I swallow down every single drop. “Were you craving my load, Roo?”

“Mmhm,” I hum, suckling the tip to make sure I’ve got it all. The food’s ruined already, anyway.

His clueless ass looks toward the bedroom door, the smell hitting him a second later, and then he’s pulling himself out of my mouth and rushing over to the kitchen. “Ah shit! It’s smoking!”

The sight of him waddling with his dick out sends me into a fit of laughter, pure and raw and wonderful. I can’t even pull myself together long enough to help him shut the oven off and pull our smoldering, crusty dinner out. He’s on his own here.

My stomach hurts from laughing by the time he’s done rinsing out the pan we absolutely have to throw away, and when he shoots a glare over at me, I nearly lose it again. “You having fun?”

Amusement dances in his eyes, making me swoon. “Yes, yes I am. Was the blow job worth it?”

That makes him outright smile. “Absolutely.” He closes the distance and gives me a kiss, then releases a sigh. “What do we eat now?”

Smirking, I slowly spread my legs. “I can give you something to eat.”

Biting his lip, Killian lifts me up onto the kitchen table and lays me back, my panties disappearing in a heartbeat. “Think about dinner while I eat my appetizer.”

He starts by placing a kiss directly on my clit, then laps at it with a groan. It makes it hard to think about anything, let alone dinner, especially when he refuses to let me come.

I’m shaking by the time he’s done teasing me, and no closer to coming up with something to eat. “We can make something else or go get takeout,” I offer, pulling him down to lick the taste of myself out of his mouth.

“Mmhm.” He nuzzles into my neck and inhales my scent. “We’ll be fine. They don’t know who I am, and if Idaho suspects me, that doesn’t mean Washington does. We can grab some food, then come home, and I’ll make you come until you can’t walk anymore.”

The prospect of going on a real date with him makes my chest flutter in the best way, so I squirm away from him to go get dressed. He joins me a moment later, tugging on some dark wash jeans and a navy blue hoodie that brings out his eyes.

God, he looks good like this.

“What are you craving, baby?”

Licking his lips, his eyes roam my frame in a way that tells me I’m what he truly craves, but he ultimately meets my gaze and makes it easy on me. “Is there a good place to get burritos around here?”

“Yep. I know just the place. Do you want to drive?”

“Yeah. Back when I was freelancing, I worked mostly from home. People would just give me control of their computers, so I hardly had to go out anywhere and I’d feel cooped up by the end of the week. Night drives were my favorite thing.”

Tossing him the keys, I sling my purse over my shoulders and head for the door. “Works for me. You can tell me more about your previous job on the way.”

“Nothing more to it.” He tosses his arm around my shoulder and walks me to my side of the car, continuing our conversation after he joins me inside. “People watch too much porn on their work computers, so I was basically their god. Fitting, right? You love to worship me.”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “You would compare freelance IT work with the best blow jobs you’ve ever had.”

“Nah,” he says with a laugh. “Not even close. Fuck that job.”

He reaches over to take my hand, bringing it to his lips as we travel down the drive.

He kisses it three times, and then holds it there like he doesn’t want to let it go, and I can’t stop myself from staring at the way our fingers slot together.

What am I scared of, really? What’s the harm in letting him make this official? I won’t feel any differently and it’ll make him happy. I don’t plan on leaving him, so what am I stalling?

Grinning, I decide to wait to tell him until we’re fed and back home, choosing to flip the script and kiss his hand this time. “I have a surprise for you later.”

He smirks over at me and pulls onto the main highway. “What kind of surprise?”

“The kind that doesn’t involve sex, but will definitely lead to it. It may even involve you worshipping me after,” I tease. “The good kind.”

“You know I love doing that.” His fingers curl into mine. “Don’t think I can go a day without it.”

I’m just about to tell him he doesn’t have to when flashing red and blue lights grab my attention. They’re everywhere — in the rearview, the side mirrors, casting a colorful glow across Killian’s face.

We’re getting pulled over.

“Killian, I— fuck,” I hiss. “What do we do?”

He’s not breathing at all as he stares into the rearview mirror, his grip on my hand so tight the blood flow slows. “Fuck, Joey. I don’t know.”

For a few tense seconds, I don’t think he’s going to pull over at all, and then he releases a deep breath and begins to slow.

“Okay, just act normal. Look at me, Killian.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he whispers, releasing my hand to put the car in park. “I don’t have my ID.”

He’s still not looking at me, so I reach over to touch his face softly and pull his attention to mine. The fear and defeat I see in his eyes breaks my heart.

“It’s okay. I love you, Killian. You’re just a guy taking his girlfriend on a date.”

“You love me?”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The cop’s flashlight pours in before we can say anything else, and Kill lowers the window with a forced smile. “Did we do something wrong, Officer?”

“I don’t know, did you?”

Fucking cops. He leans in the window, blinding me for a second. “Nope, we sure didn’t,” I mutter. “Unless searching for and purchasing burritos is suddenly illegal.” It comes out far more casually than I expected, like a joke. “We’re just hungry, Officer. That’s all.”

“Uh huh.” He looks back at Killian, then jerks his head toward his cruiser. “You’ve got a tail light out. You know about that?”

“No, we didn’t. I’ll change it first thing in the morning.” He’s trying to pretend like he’s unbothered, but I can clearly see how rigid he is. “Thanks for letting us know.”

He reaches for the button to raise the window, but the officer speaks before he can. “I’ll need to see your license, registration, and proof of insurance.”

“Over a taillight?”

“I don’t know how you do things in your line of work, but we document everything in mine. Even taillights. We won’t keep you long.”

We, meaning he’s got a partner back there in that cruiser probably already looking up my license plate. Fuck. “No problem,” I cut in, grabbing the registration from the glove box and my license from my purse. “It’s my car, sir. My insurance cards are tucked inside the registration.”

“Thank you, ma’am. Still need that ID though, sir.”

He takes the papers from my hands and flashes Killian’s face again, making him blink and turn away. “I didn’t bring my wallet.”

“So you’re going to dinner without your wallet? Are you expecting the pretty lady to pay?”

That makes Killian frown, but a response dies on his tongue.

“These are modern times,” I remind him. “I’m allowed to treat him every once in a while.”

He seems to soften at the sight of my smile, and returns one of his own. “My apologies. Sir, if you’ll just give me your name and date of birth, we can look up your license and get you on your way.”

Killian is quiet a little too long not to seem suspicious, his fingers flexing on the steering wheel before he clears his throat and says his name.

“And your birthdate?”

“May 4th.” I can’t even hear the words as he says the year, all I hear is the defeat in his tone, and the breath he exhales as the cop asks us to wait here before walking away. “I’m fucked.”

“We don’t know that,” I say quietly. “Your license is valid, right? We don’t know for sure that you’re the suspect they have in mind. Even still, they clearly don’t have enough to arrest you or they’d have been blasting your name and photo everywhere. Just breathe, baby. We’re gonna be fine.”

He meets my gaze and allows me to comfort him, nodding as he leans in for a slow kiss that feels too much like a goodbye. “I love you too, Joey. I’ve been falling this whole time just hoping you’d join me. Thank you for keeping me grounded here.”

This isn’t how I wanted to tell him. Hell, it’s not how I wanted to admit it to myself. But with every step that officer takes toward us, I feel it in my bones. I love this man.

“Step out of the car,” the officer demands. “Both of you. Hands where I can see them.”

So they do know, then. He was the suspect. My heart drops to my stomach as I whisper to Killian not to resist, then get out the passenger side and nearly run into the cop’s partner. “I don’t have a weapon.”

“I’m going to be checking anyway,” he clips, turning me around so my hands are on the car, but from this angle I get to see just how rough the other officer is with Killian.

Apparently he was too slow to get out of the car as commanded, giving the cop an excuse to slam him down over the hood and handcuff him immediately. “I’m not resisting,” he grunts, but the officer doesn’t seem to believe him.

“We didn’t do anything wrong!” I yell, jerking just enough to piss the cop behind me off. “Why are you arresting us?”

“You said this was your boyfriend?” he asks, grabbing my hands to handcuff them behind my back, and Killian looks up to meet my gaze as the cop behind him reads him his rights. “I’m sorry,” he mouths silently, devastation written across his face.

White-hot fury races through me. He’s guilty and I know that, but it doesn’t matter to me. Lawson was worse. Cops like this ignore bad people all the time, yet it’s my Killian they choose to go after.

If Lawson would’ve been poor, this wouldn’t be happening.

“Fuck you both,” I gasp, wincing as the metal cuts into my wrist. “You’re making a huge mistake.”

“We’ll see about that.”

I can barely breathe as they shove us both into the back seat of their squad car, and the force with which they slam the doors feels a little too pointed — like they’re shutting the door on Killian’s life.

It’s a shame they don’t know who they’re messing with.