Page 71 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

Once he was done taking in her bedroom, he turned, glanced at where he held her wrist and let her go. “Sorry.”

“Nothing wrong with a little enthusiasm.” She went over and shut the bedroom door, turning the lock. After heading over to the French doors to make sure those were also locked, she flipped the shutters closed.

Last thing she wanted was to be buck naked in bed with a cop and have her father press his face to the glass wondering what she was doing.

The only thing worse would be her sons seeing their mother doing the “deed.”

She’d have to pay for a lifetime’s worth of therapy. Times two.

It was much cheaper to close the shutters.

When she turned, she found that Nox had moved so quietly, he now stood right behind her.

His baseball cap was still pulled low on his head and, despite still being fully dressed, she had no difficulty noticing the miniature baseball bat making an impression against his jeans.

Her father believed that white men had smaller penises. From what she could see so far, Nox was going to blow away that ridiculous myth.

However, she wouldn’t judge his size until she could see it for herself.

Not that size mattered. For the most part it didn’t. A man with a small cock with some wicked skills was a much better sex partner than one with a decent size unable to get the job done.

“Turn around.”

“Why?”

He repeated out the order again. “Turn around.”

She pursed her lips and stared at him. She wasn’t sure she liked this bossy shit.

However, here was her dilemma… She really didn’t think they’d get far enough to actually have sex, anyway. She expected him to bail before that.

Guilt would weigh heavily on him, and he’d have a change of heart. Then he’d be running for the door.

She worried if she took her eyes off him, that could happen sooner than later. She still might have the harness and leash she used on Keenan when he was a toddler and was always bolting away from her. She got tired of chasing him.

Using that get-up on Nox was extremely tempting.

“Are you having second thoughts?”

He was askingherthat? She bit back a burst of hysterical laughter.

She raised both eyebrows at him and slowly turned to face the French doors.

Oh yes, she was glad she closed the shutters.

“Hands on the door frame.”

“What are you going to do? Frisk me? I’m not hiding any weapons.”

“You sure?”

Whoa.

“Hands on the door frame.”

“But, officer…”

“I wasn’t planning on frisking you, Liyah. But if you’re into that…”

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