Page 102 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

“Do you really want to ask more questions right now?”

“I’ll figure it out on my own.”

“Good call.” She braced her hands on his knees to help lower herself to hers.

“You don’t have to do that.” His throat tightened at the sight of her kneeling between his legs and his heart raced with anticipation on what would happen next.

“You’re right. No one forces me to do anything I don’t want to do.”

“I don’t imagine they do,” he murmured.

He jerked when she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. He held his breath as she lifted it at the same time she lowered her head.

This could be dangerous.

“Liyah… If you want to have sex—” His words were stopped when she smashed a fingertip against his lips at the same time circling the crown of his cock with her warm, wet mouth.

He groaned and forced himself to keep breathing when she just about swallowed him whole.

Holy shit.

Hoooooly shit.

His head dropped forward, and his eyelids slid shut as she worked his cock with her mouth by sucking his length and twirling her tongue around the tip.

His fingers flexed with the urge to grab her head and guide it up and down. Instead, he dug his fingers into his bare thighs… because she stated that no one forced her to do anything she didn’t want to do.

More importantly, she was doing just fine without any guidance.

“Liyah…” came out on a ragged breath.

Her fingers at the root squeezed tighter, making his cock even harder.

He wanted to lift his hips and thrust deeper into her mouth, but if he started doing that, he might not stop until he came. And as much as he was enjoying her giving him head, he really wanted to be inside her when he did so.

After a few more bobs of her head and strokes with her tongue, she released him with a wet pop.

Even though it was over too soon, in reality, it wasn’t. Sucking him had been a very risky move on her part. But he’d keep that fact to himself since he managed not to blow it. Literally.Thank fuck.If he thought the other night had been awkward, coming prematurely would be worse.

“I would take the time to take you to that sweet but sharp edge but if you haven’t noticed, we’re in a community center closet like two naughty teenagers.”

“Thanks for that reminder,” he muttered.

With one side of her mouth pulled up in a semi-smile, she stood, pulled the condom from her bra and ripped the wrapper open, sliding out the latex disc.

“Time to boink?” he asked.

“Time to boink,” she confirmed with a nod.

He was doomed. He just knew he was going to slip and use that stupid term in front of his MC. Or the task force. Then they’d incorporate it into some ridiculous nickname for him.

She grabbed his cock, making him groan, and did the honor of rolling the condom down his hard length. When she was done, she stepped back and surveyed her work for a second, before sliding her panties down her luscious thighs. He tracked them falling to her feet and her stepping out of them before he took his time lifting his gaze, following the long lines of her legs all the way to her sweet, sweet pussy.

Fuuuuuck.

His mouth watered when he remembered the taste of her arousal when he sucked it off his fingers the other day.

With a sly smile, she straddled his thighs but remained on her feet. When her hands landed on his shoulders, he automatically grabbed her hips in preparation.

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