Wild Dirty Secret(116)

He smiled slightly, pulling me against him. “Thank you. It’s inadequate, I know–”

“I didn’t do anything, but I’m glad now that you can move on, you know. Get to know the real Marguerite. She’s an interesting lady, I’ll tell you that.”

“Forget the past, you mean.”

“Put it where it belongs, but don’t forget. It made us stronger, all of us. You couldn’t be nearly as good a cop if you hadn’t gone through that. I hope that I can be useful to the shelter, because I know what these girls are going through.”

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you sounded like an optimist.” His tone teased me.

A smile tilted my lips. “I think it’ll be a long time before I get there, but I’m hopeful, and that’s something.”

“Yeah,” he said softly, bending down for a kiss. “It’s really something.”

In the bedroom, he proved his words, feasting on me and offering himself up in return. He was my craving and my nourishment, my weakness and my rapture. Like a genie rubbed from a lamp, my arousal had been awakened by his tongue and his touch and his kindness, while his resolve as an officer of the law had only been strengthened.

He’d been willing to give up a life of rigid honor, while I would trade in my stature, my past, my everything to be with him. But in the end, neither sacrifice had been necessary. Instead we fit the pieces together, his work and my heart, his body and my lust, every part of us intertwined and flowing together—seamless.

The End