I want to express my deepest gratitude to those of you who have followed this series and kindly sent me feedbacks. In fact, I never thought this story would be longer than 12 chapters, but based on your requests I've written a bonus chapter.
To my readers: This one's for you! Hope you'll enjoy!
Ada
Amy was cleaning out her closets and packing everything she had. Only a few weeks ago she had been a happy and single woman – or at least she had thought herself to be happy. But now she knew happiness came in different levels, and being loved by the most wonderful man she had ever met was definitely the height of happiness as far as she was concerned.
That made leaving her old apartment that much easier. Only she wasn't going far. Just across the hall to Nick's larger apartment. They had decided to keep his. And now she just had to figure out a way to sneak her things in between his own. She dug into the closet and wondered how on earth she had managed to collect so many things in just the few years she had lived here?
She grabbed a familiar looking plastic bag and dragged it toward her. Did wonders ever cease... Her toys. Finally all her toys had surfaced again. She had almost forgotten all about them. She dug into the bag and lifted up a large and pink dildo. Her best friend for years, she chuckled.
"Romeo," she said aloud. "Oh where is my Romeo?"
"I suggest you put that thing away immediately," a deep voice interrupted her. "Or simply throw it in the garbage. You don't need a plastic device now that you have me." Nick gave her a heated look as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.
"Oh no? What about all those nights when you're doing stakeouts – or simply working late? Who will entertain me then, eh?" She smiled at him. "I think I better keep Romeo here close by just in case his services is needed," she said while moving her hand slowly along the dildo's smooth surface, taking in the plastic smell, before circling her fingertip against the cock head.
A choking sound was heard from where Nick was standing and she looked up to meet his flaming eyes staring daggers at her. She swallowed hard.
"You were saying...?" she asked as lightly as she could, barely concealing the smile that wanted to come forward at the sight of Nick's angry expression. She gave the dildo's head a loud kiss.
"Stop that, for god's sake," Nick blurted out and shut the door behind him with a loud bang. "If you're so desperate for a cock, why don't you just say so?"
"What? Are you volunteering again?"
"I might, yes."
"You sure it hasn't anything to do with jealousy?"
"Huh? Jealous of what? A pink plastic container? Don't make me laugh."
"Maybe you're simply envious?" she teased him.
"About the size, you mean? In that case I might have to refresh your memory right away." He came forward slowly and methodically, his expression almost starved.
"Oops," she thought, before she jumped up and moved behind a chair.
"Come here, honey," Nick said in a sweetened tone. "Let me educate you."
"Nope, I think I can grasp the aspect just fine from over here." She winked at him as she stared at his abdomen and slowly licked her lips. "Besides, I think you can interrogate me quite easily from a distance."
"I'm not going to interrogate you."
"No? What a pity. I always enjoy those sessions."
"I'm going to spank you."
"No way!" And she ran toward the kitchen to get away from the maniac. "Spanking? How primitive is that? And here I thought the police where using more modern methods than torture these days," she said teasingly.
Nick followed her easily and they stood on opposite sides of her kitchen table. "Old methods works the best," he explained. "Even on hardened arsonists."
"You're never going to let me forget that one, are you?"
"No, but I might be open for bribery, as long as it's of the right kind" he teased her lightly.
"A ha. And what would you do for me then, officer?" Amy leaned over the table top and gave him a heated look. "Giving me some public service, perhaps?"
"If you like. But I most admit I prefer doing it in the private myself. So, it simply comes down to the bribery, doesn't it?"
"I thought so. Oh well, you cops are always weak for something sweet so I'm just made some donuts. That should cover it, eh?"
"Donuts? Sorry, Missy. You've just seen too many movies. You'll have to come up with something tastier than that."
She gave his hardened and well trained body a firm look. Oh well, she should have realised he wasn't one for sweet cakes the way he looked. She stared at him, wishing his clothes would simply disappear and reveal the tempting body underneath the clothes.
"Hm, in that case I might have to rethink my strategy," she said aloud as she contemplated her odds. "The chair or the table?"
"Huh?" He stared at her. "What happened to the bed in that equation of yours?"
"Who's doing the bribing here? You or me?" She stepped up to him and gave him a slight push backwards. He landed on one of the kitchen chairs.
"Are you sure about this, honey? That soft bed of yours will give us many more alternatives."