I left the door unlocked again.

At 3:07 a.m. the soft knock came—three short taps. I was still naked, still aching from the earlier rounds, lying on top of the sheets because every time I closed my eyes I felt his hands on my breasts and his cock filling me. When I opened the door Roman stood in the hallway with his uniform shirt half-unbuttoned and his eyes already dark. He stepped inside, locked the door, and looked at me like he had spent the last patrol thinking about nothing else.

“On the bed,” he said. “Now.”

I went. He followed, stripping as he walked—shirt, belt, pants—until he was naked...