Page 149 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

After his divorce, he hadn’t met a woman he wanted to wake up next to, roll over and greet with a “good morning.”

This powerhouse of a woman made him want to, not only do that, but tell her goodnight as they both laid their heads down on the pillows in the dark.

His heart thumped heavily and an unbearable weight pressed on his chest.

When he released her neck and went to step back to give them both their freedom, she caught him off guard by clamping a hand around his neck in the same way he had hers and tugging him so hard, he crashed into her. Before he could catch his balance, she captured his mouth and kissed him until he no longer had one damn doubt about coming over.

Not one about going inside.

And definitely none about spending the night.

Driving his hands into her hair along both sides of her head, he curled them into tight fists so he could yank her head back even further and steal control of the kiss from her. Her fingers dug into his waist to hold him there, a sign he took as encouragement to continue the dick-hardening assault on her mouth.

At that moment, he didn’t give a shit what the neighbors saw or even thought.

He could spread her wide on the hood and eat her pussy until she ripped the hair right out of his head.

He could open the rear driver’s side door, make her sit sideways on the edge of the back seat and force feed her his cock.

He could drag her around to the rear of his vehicle to bend her over the trunk and pound her from behind until they both came.

He could do all of that and more.

But life was more than experiencing those moments he could easily get lost in.

All actions had consequences, whether bad, good or indifferent.

In reality, he liked his job and preferred not to get arrested for indecent exposure. Or have videos of them engaging in “lewd acts” on the car and under a bright spotlight go viral all over the internet.

That would be fun to explain to Bob Williams, especially since the other participant was also a DEA agent. Worse, it might not stop with him. It could climb the chain of command until it landed on Luis Cabrera’s desk. And if it didn’t officially, then the gossip could easily land in his ear.

So,yeah… They needed to take this inside before it went any further and while he still had a solid grip on his common sense.

However, his cock was jammed hard against his zipper, not only because of the intensity of the kiss, but due to her little groans, along with her grinding against his already throbbing erection.

While he appreciated her responses, they were not helping with his dilemma.

Slightly bending his knees, he hooked her under her ass and lifted her, managing not to break their lip lock. With her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, he somehow managed to carry her to the porch without them both plummeting to the ground.

But when he almost stumbled up the single step, he reluctantly pulled his lips free so he could see where the fuck he was going. He managed to hang onto her as he turned the knob, pushed the door open with his boot and carried her inside.

“Make sure that monster stays out from under my feet,” he warned. He wanted them both to end up in her bed, not the emergency room.

“He’s more of a road block than a speed bump.”

That was for damn sure, but that didn’t lessen his concern.

Apparently, she wasn’t worried about falling hard to the floor when she breathed, “Hurry,” before tracing the outer shell of his ear with her tongue and nipping his earlobe.

“Jesus.” That had sent a shock of lightning right into his balls.

Making him worry that his zipper might soon be embedded in his cock.

He walked faster. “Keep an eye out for Murphy.”

“He’s behind you.”

“I know he is but that doesn’t mean he won’t dash in front of me and take us both down.”

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