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He kneads my breast and bites my neck, and my body involuntarily arches at his touch. His lips are at my jaw and I tremble when my hands glide over his abs and I hook my fingers into his waistband. He groans, the vibrations of his desire firing a need I had locked away.

My lips are at his shoulder, tasting him, and I revel under his rigid yearn for me as he parts my legs with his knee. Suddenly, an ear-shattering pounding at his door rips us apart.

“Who the fuck is that?” Noah hisses.

He’s pissed, and I have half a mind to tell him to ignore it, when the person on the other side speaks. “I need a word with Miss Fox. I know she’s in there.”

Shit, it’s Dylan. It’s as if the force I projected on shoving him out of my mind caused the universe to summon him.

Noah’s eyes go black. “Let the bastard wait in vain.”

Dylan pounds on the door again. “I need to talk about your parent’s case, Niki. It’s important.”

He sounds as pissed off as Noah.Fuck!But his words tame the sexual deviant in me. I watch as she slips away to the darkest part of my mind. I squeeze Noah’s shoulder, and his eyes lock with mine. He trembles past his fury as he hands me my top and stalks to the door and creaks it open.

“This better be good. Justice isn’t too keen on having her sleep interrupted after she’s worked all night.”

Dylan’s voice is like hot metal and dry ice. “I can assure you it is. May I come in?”

“Like hell you can. We’ll be right out. Just thought I’d let you know before you pounded my damn door down.” And with that, Noah shuts the door in Dylan’s face.

I’m sitting on his bed when he returns, all jittery and nervous. “What do you think he’s gonna tell me about the case?”

Noah combs his hands roughly through his hair. He does this when he’s trying to calm himself… it’s very cute. But right now, I’m focused on what Dylan could quite possibly have to say.And not the man I was working out of my thoughts.

“I don’t know… Hey, you better put this on.” He tosses me his hooded sweatshirt.

I look at him quizzically and his eyes sweep over my chest, my hard nipples visible through the white material. My face flushes as my shoulders hunch. He wants me to cover my goods since I’m commando under my top. I put the sweatshirt on, thankful he doesn’t say anything out loud, and head on out.

Noah shadows me, all bare-chested and grouchy. It’s actually in the mid-seventies outside, but I didn’t have the strength to argue. He holds my hand and leads me around the trailer where the rookie cop is waiting next to his car.

Involuntarily, I wriggle out of Noah’s hand. One of the charms on my mother’s bracelet digs into my palm and I focus on the sharp pain. He glances down in question but doesn’t say anything.

I hold my breath. It’s all I can do to hold back my gaze. Dylan’s wearing denim jeans and a black t-shirt. I don’t think I’ve allowed myself to truly see him in daylight. Clearly, he works out. His dark eyes bore at me with an unknown emotion. He glares at Noah, and I think his lips twist slightly, but I’m not sure. He straightens his shoulders and peers at his notepad, then shoves it into his back pocket.

“Think I can have a word with you in private, Niki?”

My response is quicker than my thoughts. “No. Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it to Noah.” Beside me, Noah grows ten feet.

Dylan’s full lips twist in agitation, and my insides go all nervy, like I’m in third grade and about to get quizzed on shit I’ve got zero knowledge in. The cocky asshole looks confident, in his element, and all business-like–he’ssoattractive. But I’m soon reminded of Noah, myboyfriend.

My emotions begin to feel all twisted and murky again. Fuck, why couldn’t the beer belly cop named Lloyd come and deliver this news? I seriously need to put my feelings in check. But for now, I decide to pay attention to the rookie that brings out all these unexpected, and quite frankly, unpleasant, feelings in me.

“Fine, have it your way.” Dylan shifts his weight, like a panther who’s forced to back away from a kill.

It’s very unlike his usual demeanor, and he leans against the hood of his car. I bite my lip and start nibbling at the skin. What if Dylan mentions the night he gave Jasmin and me a ride? I suddenly wish I would’ve mentioned it to Noah beforehand, but who knew this fucking cop would show upagain?

He crosses his hands and suddenly appears uncomfortable. “I’m sorry for bringing up your parents when I last came. I looked into the case you mentioned. It’s gone cold and kept in a classified,restrictedsection.”

He pauses, his brows furrow, and his mouth is set in a tense line. I get the sudden urge to reach out and smooth my thumb over his lips and instantly slap my inner conscious at the ridiculousness of this persistent and nagging craving for this fucking cop. Can’t this inappropriate feeling even try to keep itself locked away for the sake of Noah standing here beside me? Fucking hell!

“That’s when I realized I needed to get my hands on it,” Dylan’s voice drops to a low whisper as if he were talking to himself.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Noah suddenly says.

“Does it surprise you, Niki?”

I lower my gaze to the dried dirt road. “No.”

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