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Cases of Captain Grump

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Howard wasn’t happy about it but you were attending the Policeman’s Ball and he was even more handsome in his full dress uniform. You always did have a thing for a man in a uniform and Howard was sex on a stick in his. The two of you made the rounds, doing the obligatory meet and greets, but the more people you said hello to the grumpier he got. He had you as close to him as he could get and you could feel the muscles in his arms and shoulder tense every single time someone stopped you. Frankly, it was turning you on. You just got major grump face from him any time you told him that his grumpy demeanor was one of the things that made you fall in love with him and you loved it. His sweet side was reserved only for you and it didn’t come out often.

You’d finally made your way around to the side of the room the bar was on and Howard left you for a few minutes to get you both drinks.When he came back you were facing the dance floor away from him. He moved in behind you and snaked his arm around your waist to hand you a glass of wine. When his lips pressed into your ear you shivered as his breath tickled your skin.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Howard whispered.

Reaching your other hand behind your ass you groped his hard length making him growl very low in his throat, “I think I have some idea Howie.”

“I’ve told you before, don’t call me that when we’re not at home,” he grumbled.

“Mmmmmmmm, okay…” You whispered and leaned back into his chest. “Howie.”

“You’re asking for trouble Beautiful,” he told you on another growl.

God you loved growly Howard. You brought the hand that had been groping him up to cup his cheek with a smile you were sure he could see, “You can punish me when we get home…Howie.”

He stiffened behind you and paused for a minute before taking your drink and setting it along with his on the table next to you. Then he grabbed you by the elbow and started to march you out of the ballroom causing a bit of a stir as you passed people.

“Where are we going?” You asked with a barely suppressed smirk.

“Home. Where I can spank your ass.”