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smirked—“it wouldn’t. I’ll give the idea some consideration while I have a shower. Behave yourself while I’m in there.”
    Alex strolled to the en suite, feeling Conor’s stare burning into his naked arse. He added a little extra wiggle and was rewarded with a pained groan from behind him.
    In ten minutes he managed a quick shower, even quicker shave and brushed his teeth. Naked, he walked back into the bedroom and enjoyed the way Conor’s gaze tracked downward to fix on his dick. The duvet was arranged in artful folds to disguise whatever was going on in Conor’s lap, but Alex wasn’t fooled.
    “Hands where I can see them, sunshine.”
    Conor scowled but withdrew his hands from beneath the covers and crossed them demurely in front of him.
    “You make it sound like I have a concealed weapon under here.”
    Alex chuckled. “You do.”
    He pulled on some clothes, putting a warm sweater on over his shirt. Nobody at the crime scene would care what he was wearing and he knew from experience that it was better to be warm and comfortable. Clear thinking was a challenge when his teeth were chattering.
    He sent a pointed look at Conor’s lap. “No touching. That’s mine.”
    Conor pouted. “Alex, please…you can’t make me wait until tonight.”
    “Who does your cock belong to, Conor?”
    “You, Sir,” Conor whispered.
    “So who gets to decide what happens to it?”
    “Well…you do…but…”
    “You wouldn’t be arguing with me, would you, love?”
    Conor ducked his head and looked coy. “Maybe.”
    Alex narrowed his eyes and glared. It took all his willpower not to smile.
    “Puppy eyes? Really?”
    “All right! I’m not arguing.” Conor slid down into the bed and pulled the duvet up to his chin. “I hope it’s raining really, really hard.”
    Alex leaned down and kissed him. “Get some more rest. You’ll need all your energy tonight. I’m feeling in a generous mood, so no cage today, but you can spend some time considering what punishment you deserve. I’ll see you at the station later.”
    He turned off the light then pulled the bedroom door closed as he left.
    Alex didn’t stop to eat. He grabbed a warm scarf and his waxed jacket from the hall closet then headed straight out to the car. He drove with purpose through rain-soaked, deserted streets. Lamplight and the occasional neon sign reflected from shiny tarmac, casting unnatural glimmers of color into dark corners. There was nothing in his head but thoughts of Conor and he wondered, as he did every day, how he had managed to get so lucky. They’d been together for almost a year and their relationship still felt as fresh and exciting as it had in the first few weeks. He had never expected to fall so deeply and completely in love and the knot in his stomach when he pictured his lover always surprised him.
    Alex smiled to himself as he thought back to how terrified Conor had been to be near him, how reserved and unsure. He had changed, grown so much in a year. He was much more self-confident in work and at home, though he remained painfully shy around strangers. He was still gratifyingly submissive in the bedroom but could be stubborn and sarcastic when he wanted to be. Alex might be in control on the surface but he knew damn well that Conor didn’t do anything he didn’t want to. It was corny, but Alex felt they were two halves of a better whole. Of course, it was a plus that Conor was the most beautiful man Alex had ever set eyes on. He’d been blessed with a face that could have been on billboards around the world, and a body to match. Alex had learned to control his constant urge to punch anyone that cast lascivious glances at his boyfriend, accepting that knuckles with permanent bruises would not be very comfortable but fuck, it was hard not to get jealous.
    Conor did nothing to attract attention to himself but it came anyway. He hated the assumptions that people made about him because of the way he looked. Alex grinned stupidly as