Page 18 of Hard Game

I raise my hands and fight the image of her doing that away before my cock gets hard in the middle of a mall.

“Or I can read you your rights if you prefer that?” She narrows her eyes before glancing back to her partner, decidedly seeing something more interesting.

“Sorry, Officer,” I say, making a point of not mentioning that I know she’s a?—

“Detective.”

“Detective…?” I leave it hanging between us, desperate for her to speak to me again.

“Diess, and you are?”

I can’t help it. I tell her my name.

Tassa stares at me in disbelief, but it’s too late—I’ve done it.

“Maddox.”

“Maddox, what?” Detective Diess presses, piquing my interest.

“Have I done something wrong, Detective?” I purr, leaning on the railing so she can get a good look at me. It’s only fair—I’ve ogled her.

“That depends,” she says, not moving her eyes from mine. “Have you broken the law?”

She’s good.

“Not recently.”

Tassa jabs me in the ribs and turns to the Detective with a smile. “Excuse my friend; he’s not altogether upstairs.”

I snort my laughter as the Detective shakes her head at me and moves away, giving me one last warning look. One I wouldn’t mind seeing again and again.

Damn.

9

LAUREN

Holy fuckballs, he is hot.

Are traffickers hot?

I shake my head and try to focus on anything but him, but the man makes my ovaries scream when I pass him.

“Jeez, Diess, how long has it been since you got laid?” Elijah says with a grin as I fight the urge to turn around to check out the man-meat behind me.

“Fuck off,” I tell Elijah before sighing.

Maddox.

He isn’t just hot, oh no. He has that fuckboy magnetism that draws you in like a moth to a flame, encouraging you to step closer to death just to taste heaven, even for a second.

Those eyes…

“We need to go now,” Elijah says, glancing back at me. He’s referring to the cleaner, and I need to get my head back in the game.

“Okay.” I clear my throat and address the young woman, all too aware of the eyes burning into my back. He’s probably undressing me.

I wish.

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