Page 101 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

“You can stop calling me ma’am now.”

“I’m trying to be respectful.”

“What we’re about to do isn’t close to respectful. And if it is, I don’t want to do it.”

He snorted and shook his head.

“You need to take your boots off first,” she reminded him since, apparently, his common sense was down in his dick hanging out with his brain cells.

“Good call.” At least someone’s brain was functioning. He dropped to the chair and unlaced his boots, pulling them off. He glanced up as he was tucking the laces inside the boots. “Socks on or off?”

“Do you have cloven hooves you’re hiding?”

“Not at all, but I’m sure the floor isn’t the cleanest.”

“We’re back to the janitor joining us, are we? Socks on, socks off, I’m not in this closet for your feet.”

He decided to keep his bare feet off the floor and left his socks on. “Shirt on or off?”

“When did sex turn into a damn quiz?” she teased. “If we were both twenty years younger, we’d be ripping off each other’s clothes and not caring about the details.”

“Got it. No questions, only boinking.”

He paused to watch her when her husky laugh hit his ears. Laughter reallywasthe best medicine. Especially when it came from Liyah.

Because of her, the black cloud that had been hanging over his head for so damn long was beginning to clear.

He got to his feet but hesitated before pushing his pants down. “Where’s the condom?”

“I have it under control, don’t worry.”

“Do I look worried?”

“You look like you’re still dressed.”

“Easy fix.” He shoved his cargo pants down and they dropped to his feet. “Good?”

She shook her head.

He hooked his fingers in his boxer briefs next and as he pushed those down, they got hung up on his erection. After fighting to free it, he finished shoving them down his legs and stepped free. “Better?”

When she didn’t answer, he glanced at her to find her staring at his cock. And that caused it to flex and a pearly bead of precum to form at the slit. “Liyah?”

“Oh yes, much better.” She pointed a finger at the chair again. “Now sit.”

He sat, but he almost jumped back to his feet since the metal seat was shockingly cold against his bare ass and balls. He should’ve put something between him and a chair that was probably as clean as the floor.

Too late.

“Now you.” She still wore panties and they needed to go.

She shook her head and glanced around until she spotted his cargo pants. She snatched them up and folded them.

“You don’t need to do—” He swallowed the rest when he realized she was folding them up to put them on the ground between his feet. What was she doing?

With a wicked look in her eyes, she shoved his knees apart even farther.

“Liyah?”

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