Page 74 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

She was so fucking gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking.

And he was about to make her his.

For the next hour, anyway.

“You can call me whatever you fucking want when you’re coming.”

That sparkle in her eye changed and he braced for whatever would come out of her mouth next. “Anything?”

He cut her off at the pass. “Anything except Grandpa or Daddy. If you call me either of those, don’t expect to come because you’ll kill my fucking erection.”

“Not into that, are you?” One side of her mouth pulled up.

Not when I remember you at ten. Hell, I wouldn’t want to be called that even if I’d never met you before.Instead of saying that out loud, he answered with a safe and simple, “No.”

“Should I start a timer to make sure your erection doesn’t last more than four hours?”

He closed his eyes, shook his head, pulled a deep breath in through his nostrils and when he opened them, he turned and strode toward the bedroom door.

He wasn’t doing this. He was already regretting this whole thing and it hadn’t even happened yet.

Doing this—doing her—would be a mistake. Someone might end up dead.

And he’d end up in jail.

“Rumor has it that you’re the king of ball-busting. I guess the rumors are wrong, because if they were true, you wouldn’t have such thin skin.”

He stopped in the open doorway.

And stared straight ahead.

Keep going. Get the fuck out of here. Nothing good will come of this. Sex with her isn’t worth the issues it will cause. For you or the task force.

Someone only needed to tell his dick that.

“I figured you’d be covered in Teflon and be able to easily shake off whatever I served you.”

Normally, he was and he could. Why was he letting her get under his skin?

He spun around only to find her right behind him. Her bare feet on the carpet had been so damn quiet she had snuck up on him.

“Are you staying or going?”

Good fucking question. “Going… Fuck,” his brain responded. “Staying… Fuck!” his dick said.

“Holy shit. Did you forget your meds this morning?”

“Christ, Cami. You don’t know when to keep your fucking mouth shut, do you?”

“If I kept my mouth shut, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

That statement went so much deeper than the words at the surface, but now was not the time to unpack it.

“I’ll ask again. Are you leaving or staying? Can you handle my mouth or are you not up to the challenge?”

“It shouldn’t even be a fucking challenge!” he yelled, then shook his head at his own irritation.

She smiled.

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