Page 133 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

Her own memory of this morning made her clit quiver and her panties a little damp.

Damn him.

“It was all right,” she lied. “Until you ran out of there with fear in your eyes. Like suddenly my pussy would magically make a ring appear on your finger.”

“Again, you were seeing things.”

“You’re right, I saw the whites of your eyes with my own. You should know better than anyone, since you’re aseniorspecial agent, that to be good at our jobs we need to be observant.”

“True. And because of that, I noticed when I mentioned spanking your ass, a flush filled your cheeks from the memory.”

She automatically pressed her hands to her face and tried to pull away. He tightened his grip, keeping her there.

“Go home,Throttle,” she hissed as she planted her palms on his chest and tried to push free. Her mission failed.

This man wouldn’t let her go until he was good and ready.

“I’ll leave when I decide to leave. How long are you staying?”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “I want to prove you don’t scare me.”

She would ask how he’d prove it, but since his erection pressed against her, she already knew the answer.

How the hell were they both getting hot and bothered in the middle of Hawg Wild?

“I was planning on staying until closing. I’mworking, remember?” Not just for Bulldog but for the task force, the job that really mattered and also paid her in real money and not meth. “And anyway, I don’t think my boss would approve of me having sex while on the clock.”

“I thought you could leave at any time?”

“I wasn’t talking aboutthatboss.”

“Then, as yourrealboss, you should obey me.”

Again, so damn cocky. “Oh, aren’t you funny? But the answer is no. I don’t have to—”

He took her mouth while she was still speaking, taking advantage or her being mid-sentence to plunder it with his tongue. He kissed her long and hard in the middle of a damn outlaw biker bar, a place full of bikers who would turn on them if they knew their true identities.

But here they were, eating each other’s faces like they were truly a couple.

Actually, no. Most couples she knew no longer kissed as intensely as the one Crew and her were sharing.

But,fuck, her panties would be soon soaked, and she really didn’t want to work the next couple of hours like that.

She twisted her head to unlock their lips and she sucked in some oxygen to cool the heat pooling in her center.

When she turned back to him, she whispered, “Unfair.”

“I never said I played fair,” he whispered back.

“I need to get back to work.”

“Since I’ve now successfully claimed my property in front of everyone in this bar, maybe now they’ll treat you with more respect.”

He might as well have thrown a bucket of ice water on her. “They already were since I told you I could handle it.”

“A thank you would sound nice about now.”

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