Page 103 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

He spanked her until his own hand stung painfully and his cock was dangerously at a tipping point. It was locked and loaded. If he didn’t stop now, he was going to release that load in his boxer briefs and he hadn’t had that happen since before he was eighteen.

He was far from eighteen now, so he’d prefer not to relive that experience. Plus, he didn’t have a change of clothes with him. That ride home, even as short as it was, would not be fun.

A shower might help with his cock’s hair trigger. Because if he fucked her now, he would be just as embarrassed as if he’d blown in his underwear.

She had to be close to her breaking point, too.

Should he risk continuing until she came?

No fucking way.

He pulled on her hair until her body bowed. “Get up. Time to shower.”

When she went to stand, he gave her a hand since she was a bit wobbly from her head hanging over his legs.

“I stink from the bar.”

“Actually, your pussy smells pretty damn good. But if you’d feel better showering first before I fuck you, I’m good with that.”

“Are you joining me?”

“That’s the plan.”

Her lips curved upward and heat flared in her dark eyes. “Then, I guess, like you said, it’s time to shower.”

She turned away from him to unzip and pull off her boots and while she was bent over doing that, she made sure to show off his handiwork. Her cheeks had already turned a deep pink instead of bright red.

At that sight, he ran a hand down his erection.

Christ, that wasn’t smart.

He got to his feet and stepped behind her, helping her pull off her top and unhook her bra. She peeled her leggings down the rest of the way and tugged them free from her feet before tossing them aside.

She turned, now completely naked.

His eyes skimmed over her from head to toe, then with a frown they rose again. At first, he thought he’d been seeing things. He hadn’t.

She had a bruise on her arm near her wrist. And another on her left breast.

What the fuck?

“What happened?” he demanded. He circled her, making sure there weren’t any more. Those bruises weren’t fresh, so he didn’t cause them from him throwing her over his shoulder or even the spanking.

She’d gotten them elsewhere. And he knew exactly where.

When she glanced down at where he was looking, her mouth twisted. “Murphy.”

“No way. Not in those spots.”

When she lifted her eyes again, she avoided his. “I’m clumsy. I bumped into a few things last night while working behind the bar.”

“Bullshit. You don’t want to tell me because you don’t want me pulling you from the assignment.”

“It’s only a couple of bruises, Crew.”

“Then tell me how you got them,” he insisted.

“Only if you promise not to pull me.”

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