37. Madden

37

Madden

C in swaggers into the kitchen like the lead singer in a boy band. I drop the bags of groceries I'm holding and look at him. He rakes his fingers through his russet curls and glances down.

"Need a hand?" It's an innocent question, but most of the shit that comes out of Cin's mouth has a double meaning, intentional or not. He knows damn well I miss him.

It's been weeks since we had sex. Every morning I fuck my hand in the shower and think about the way his mouth feels around my cock, and how he tears up so beautifully when I choke him with my fist.

Dammit. And now I'm hard again. Something that doesn't escape Cin's notice given the way he winks at me.

"I'm guessing you do," he smirks.

"Put the meat away before it gets warm." My gruff manner would offend most people, but not him. He's used to my mercurial moods.

I watch as he shoves the steaks into the freezer and fills the refrigerator with fresh salad, beer, milk, and cheese.

When he passes me to drop the empty bag on the floor near the boot room, I can smell Tessa all over him. Her subtle vanilla scent lingers on his skin, along with the musky scent of sex.

My body freezes. Has he fucked her, despite what I said? A mix of jealousy and anger obliterate any rational thoughts in my head.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" I ask, my voice deceptively calm.

He looks up, affecting innocence, but the faint smirk is still there.

"Like what?"

"You and Tessa."

"I don't know what you mean?"

"Oh, I think you do." I stalk closer and he edges away. He knows me well enough to see when he's crossed a line. I'm not his commanding officer anymore, but I am still his boss, and Tessa is a client.

We both crossed a line the other night, but it was a momentary lapse in judgment on my part. One I've since come to regret. A mistake I won't make again.

I can't afford to let the lines blur on this job. We can't protect a client properly if we become emotionally attached to them.

"You're jealous," he observes, taking a large step back. I reach up to grab him by the throat just as Tessa appears from the laundry room. Her eyes widen when she sees what's going on.

Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are pink and swollen. It's abundantly clear the two of them have been up to something while I was out.

My cock swells in my pants, excited at the thought of Cin's hands all over Tessa's gorgeous body. Cin pushes back against me and I know he feels it because his eyes flare with heat.

"What are you doing to him?" Tessa snaps. "You're hurting him!"

"No, I'm not. He's been a bad boy, and he needs punishing." Cin's now just as hard as I am. His thick cock rubs against mine and I almost groan.

"Cin?" Tessa's voice hitches. She looks at him and then at me, uncertainty written all over her face. "Are you OK?" I release my grip on his throat and he sucks in a lungful of oxygen before answering.

"I'm fine, sweetness. I can handle him."

He thinks he can handle me. In his fucking dreams.

" OK, if you're ... um... alright, I'm going to ... um... leave you to sort your shit out." She chews her lip for a moment, obviously worried about leaving Cin with a psycho like me. She has no clue what he's really like. How he loves it when I force him to submit. How he gets off on being punished.