Page 78 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

Jeez, someone was a bit cranky. “Don’t get your blood pressure up. I don’t need you having a heart attack. I’m not great with CPR.”

“Jesus,” he muttered.

With a shake of his head, he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty.

“So, this is it? You’re throwing in the towel?”

“No.”

“Then what—”

Before she could finish her question, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. His Herculean effort was actually damn impressive.

“I’m not throwing in the fucking towel. I’m throwing you.”

And he did just that when he tossed her on the bed.

After landing with a bounce, she quickly brushed away the hair that fell into her face so she could watch what he would do next.

This was definitely an interesting turn of events. One she wasn’t going to bitch about since he was already pulling off his shirt.

And exposing a body that would make any woman look twice.

Holy shit.

Yep. Yep. Yep.This was worth the abrupt interruption.

Soooodamn worth it.

The man was in impressive shape. Even though she could tell he took care of his body with his clothes on, now that he was peeling his jeans and boxer briefs the rest of the way off, that superb physique was slapping her right across the face.

However, the way his latex-covered cock bobbed with each jerky movement proved he was still annoyed.

Most likely with himself. Maybe even with her.

Though, dealing with his crankiness wouldn’t be a sacrifice at all, now that she was staring at him totally naked.

And prowling toward the bed.

Her pussy clenched hard.

Oh, yes, she’d suffer through his annoyance.

Especially if it meant orgasms. And hopefully more than one.

Using her elbows and heels, she pulled herself backwards toward the headboard, keeping her eyes locked on him as he climbed on the bed, stalking her on his hands and knees like a hungry tiger.

The look in his eyes made her feel like his prey… and was almost enough to make her come instantly.

As she opened her mouth, he narrowed those gray eyes on her. “Not another fucking word.”

Fine. She’d comply. For now.

Pinning her lips together, she lifted an eyebrow and smiled at him, instead.

She spread her legs and bent her knees, giving him the access he’d need to continue with what they had started against the wall.

Hopefully this time without a hitch.

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