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version." He turned on his heel and exited the dressing room without another look back.
    Dirty bugger! She'd have him on his knees begging her for sex by the end of the night. She just had to figure out the best way to go about the task.

Chapter 2

    With everything packed for their trip the next day, Grant still refused to tell her where they were going to be married; he'd decided he wanted it to be a surprise. However, he had told her to make sure she packed swimsuits and clothing that would be suitable for warmer climates so she felt it was safe to assume they would be travelling to somewhere in Latin America.
    Grant had loved the nurse costume she'd bought to wear for him not that long ago, so she decided that a little role play might just be in order to break him tonight and win their little wager. The stakes of the wager were high. The winner received a 'prize' of their choosing from the other person. She had still to decide what she wanted, but Grant was all too happy to let her know he knew exactly what he had in mind for her when she lost. He just wouldn't let her in on what it was.
    Opening the bottom drawer of their bedroom dresser, she reached to the back and pulled out the police woman costume she'd picked out for their honeymoon and with which she'd been planning to surprise him. She reached for the handcuffs and pulled them out as well. Straightening up, she dangled the cuffs from her fingertips.
    After the torture Grant had been forced to endure recently, should she dare consider cuffing him? The image of him strung up and being beaten came to her mind and she cringed at the thought of his beautiful body being brutalized. Of course, Grant wasn't like normal men. He was able to bury the harshness of those memories and not have them linger in the back of his psyche. Something she was still trying to figure out how to do.
    With a smile and a reassuring nod to herself she decided the handcuffs were a go and closed the drawer with the heel of her bare foot, before turning away. She quickly shed her clothing and slipped into the tight, very revealing police woman uniform. It consisted of a skirt so short that bending over would reveal her naked, shaved pussy to the world and a light blue form fitting spandex blouse with a cute blue hat and thigh high black vinyl boots to complete the outfit.
    What is it about men and thigh high hooker-style boots? she wondered as she dressed.
    Once in costume, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and examined herself. Excited blue eyes peered back at her.
    "Hey Nikki I-" Grant stopped dead in his tracks at the bedroom doorway. His mouth dropped open slightly as his eyes wandered the length of his bride-to-be as she turned to face him. His surprised look, suddenly turned to one of hunger as a slight, yet wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I was thinking we would turn in early because we have a flight in the morning..." he scanned her body once more, his eyes hesitating at her breasts. Her tight nipples pressed at the spandex material of the blue blouse. "But perhaps we could postpone sleep for an hour or so..."
    "What about the wager?"
    He grinned and shrugged.
    Nikki loved that look in his eyes. His eyes burned so brightly with desire it made her pussy clench and sent shivers through her. No man had ever been able to make her wet with a look - until Grant.
    As a child she'd admired him and looked up to him as some sort of god-like figure. By the time she had become a woman he had become the bar to which she measured every other man. But none ever came close to him. And tomorrow, he'd be hers to love and honour, until death parted them. It felt like a fairy tale to her, despite all the trials and tribulations they'd had to go through to be together.
    Holding one of the cuffs between her fingers, she let the other drop with a clink as she waved it in front of her, enticing him. "Please lie on the bed with your hands over your head, Agent Rivers."
    "I um," his grin