my freaky bucket list 1) get kissed breathless during a shift 2) hook up in the back of a patrol car 3) make out in the locker room (bonus: uniform still on) 4) desk sex while he’s in charge 5) do it handcuffed 6) kitchen counter at 2am 7) hooking up in the surveillance van 8) sneak out of roll call to make out in the stairwell 9) hotel mirror hookup 10) get undressed by someone who can’t stop staring 11) striptease in front of him with music playing—while he’s handcuffed to a chair, watching every second. 12) get woken up by his mouth between your thighs 13) pinned against the lockers during night shift You hadn’t meant to leave your journal out. But your morning had been chaos—late to roll call, spilled coffee, a broken hair tie—and somewhere in the mess of it all, your notebook slipped out of your bag and landed right on Tim’s passenger seat. You didn’t realize it until halfway through your shift, right after Tim had gone unusually quiet. You shot him a look over the patrol car console. “Did I forget something?” He didn’t answer—just drove. You narrowed your eyes. “Tim?” He finally glanced at you, brow raised. “You left your journal in my car.” You blinked. “Okay." “And I opened it. Thought it was your case notes.” Your stomach dropped when you realised what journal he was talking about. “Oh no.” There was a long pause. Then he pulled the car over, shifted it into park, and turned to face you fully. His voice was low—controlled—but his eyes were burning. “Did you seriously write a Freaky Bucket List?” You covered your face with both hands. “Tim—” “‘Desk sex while he’s in uniform’?” “Stop!” “‘Pinned against the lockers during night shift’?” You groaned. “I was joking!” He leaned in closer, jaw flexing. “Were you joking about ‘doing it handcuffed’? Because I’ve got a pair in the trunk.” You sat there, stunned, heart in your throat, adrenaline spiking in a very different way than usual. He watched you, then cracked the smallest smirk. “You co