I walked in the door and hung up my gun on the rack inside the door after securing it safely. I turned to see my beautiful wife standing there smiling at me. Coming home from a job like that everyday really made me appreciate what I had. I walked towards the woman I was madly in love with and took her in my arms kissing her gently. She smiled.
your POV
I glanced at Justin; he always looked so handsome in his uniform. “Well hello officer,” I teased tugging at his badge. He smirked. I kissed him, showing him how much I loved him. “I missed you,” he said softly. “I missed you more baby,” I said smiling at him.
He sighed, holding me to him tightly like he never wanted to let go. I knew when he did this; it meant he’d had a hard day on the job. “What happened today babe?” I asked gently.
He sighed, “I was called to a homicide not to far from here. We investigated the house and found a woman beaten, raped and murdered in her own bed. It’s just so hard to look at something like that, and to come home to you, and look at you…and I just don’t know what I would do if anything ever happened to you. This job, it makes you realize anything can happen at anytime to anyone, even those who least expect it. I just love you so much it hurts to think about stuff like that. That girl was someone’s daughter, someone’s girlfriend, someone’s sister, someone’s friend…”
He was usually good at not letting his job get the best of him, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. Seeing things like that every day had to be difficult. “Hey, listen to me,” I said gazing into his eyes. “You can’t think like that, I love you and I’m right here, so stop it,” I said kissing him again.
I had been completely in the mood to make love to him when he walked in the door, and his worrying was killing it. I decided to distract him from his morbid thoughts. I looked him over again and I couldn’t take it anymore he was so handsome in that police uniform. “Babe, let me distract you from those terrible thoughts huh?” I asked, trailing a finger over his uniform.
His worries faded and he smirked at me. “What did you have in mind?” He said raising an eyebrow, still holding me in his loving grasp. “I was thinking I’m a bad girl and I need to be punished officer,” I tease biting my lip. He smiled. “We’ve still never done the officer and bad girl role-play have we?” He chuckled. “No sir, we have not, but I’ve been dying to give it a go.” I chuckled.
His face changed, and he was now in cop mode I could tell, I smiled. “Well then, Mrs. Bieber, go wait for me upstairs in our room and I shall be there momentarily,” he said smacking my ass and heading the opposite way.
My stomach fluttered in excitement as I sat on the bed waiting for my husband. He walked in the room soon after, swinging his handcuffs around, smirking. He locked the door, I guess this was my cell, and turned around to face me again. “You have been arrested under the charges of being too incredibly sexy for society’s eyes to handle. Do you have any weapons on you before I search you?” “No,” I whispered, taken back by how extremely hot this was. “I think this requires a strip search,” He said, still in a professional tone that was completely turning me on. “Stand up,” I did. he walked up to me until his faces was inches from mine.
He ripped off my shirt in one quick motion. “Hands behind your back,”he ordered, I obliged. He cuffed them, my chest pressed forward by the angle of my arms behind my back. He patted me down, from head to toe. “Have anything on you that’s going to poke me?” He asked. “No, but I know you do,” I chuckled. I glanced at his face and could tell he was trying not to laugh. He stood up, his face-hardening again as he met my eyes again, reaching for my jeans. He undid the button before unzipping them and slipping them down. He threw them to the side and his hands roamed my body from my legs to my shoulders. He continued to trail his hands over my body, groping every inch of me. I felt myself becoming wet. He took off his tie, throwing it to the floor, loosening his collar buttons. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, slowing off his strong forearms. He took off his badge, leaving him in his plain shirt.
