Page 75 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

“Is this a fucking game for you?”

“Isn’t sex supposed to be fun?” She shrugged, making her breasts bounce and draw his attention. “Leave, if you don’t want this.”

“I wish I could,” he whispered.

“That means you’re staying.” With that, she dropped to her knees, catching him off guard and causing his head to jerk back.

“What are you—”

As she began unlacing his boots, he stood there and let her, like the stupid fuck he was.

He stared at the woman kneeling at his feet as she worked his boots free and peeled off his socks. While he did, his eyes followed the line of her spine, the outline of her heart-shaped ass.

He warred with himself. Stop her or let her keep going?

The moment his second foot was bare, he reached down and grabbed her hair, using it to pull her to her feet. Not caring one fucking iota how much it hurt. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“How bad do you want me to fuckyou?” she echoed, the challenge clear in her brown eyes.

This fucking woman…

She gasped when he jerked into motion, releasing the grip on her hair to grip her neck instead and swing her around. He pinned her against the nearest wall with both his chest and his hand on her throat. “You want it?”

“Fuck yes.” The gleam in her eyes substantiated she wasn’t lying. She wasn’t scared. She was eating this up.

Of fucking course.“You’re going to get it.”

Her words came out on a ragged breath. “About fucking time.”

Keeping their gazes locked, he reached into his back pocket and slipped out his wallet. After blindly finding the condom he kept tucked inside, he let the wallet fall to the floor, then tucked the wrapper between his teeth and reached for his belt.

The jingle of the buckle as he unfastened it could be heard over their rapid breathing. Using only one hand, he managed to unbutton and unzip his jeans, awkwardly pushing them, along with his boxer briefs, down far enough for his raging hard-on to spring free.

He didn’t have to look at his cock to know precum clung precariously to the tip.

The pulse in her throat raced under one hand as he used the other, along with his teeth, to tear open the wrapper. He let it fall on the floor to join his wallet and reached between them to roll the condom down his throbbing cock.

With one knee, he nudged her thighs wider before bending both until he was in place. Without any more words or further preparation, he drove up and into her. Spearing her deep.

She’d been ready. Wet.

Proof she got off on messing with him.

Whatever.

He would give her what she wanted and then get the fuck out of there the second they were done. He wouldn’t linger. This wouldn’t turn into anything more than what it is. A quick way to get the both of them off.

Afterward, they would move on and hopefully forget it ever happened.

He could get back to concentrating on the task force. Sleep more soundly. Return to his regular dating life. Hang with his brothers.

Fuck.

Even he didn’t believe any of his own bullshit.

Proving, once again, why none of this was a good idea.

He stilled deep inside her, giving her a moment to stretch around him since she was a snug fit.

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