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“Good. Now, open.” I slid the tip between her lips. “Suck.”

The feeling was indescribable, the pleasure so intense it threatened to bring me to my knees. I couldn’t think, let alone breathe. It was almost too much to take.Almost.

“Wider.” Gathering her hair into a ponytail, I fed her one inch, then another. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. So sexy I had to grit my teeth to curb the desire to flex my hips and bury myself down her throat.

“You’re doing so well. Can you take more?”

She looked up at me and smiled around my dick. Then without warning, my naughty girl slid down my shaft, almost to the base.

“Fuucckk.” Her eyes watered as I pushed her a little farther and held the position for a moment. The vibrations from her moan, along with the way her tongue rubbed along the underside of my cock before she swallowed, had me seeing stars. I swore if she did it again, I’d blow before I got inside of her.

Wrapping her hair around my hand, I used it to hold her in place as I began slow, shallow thrusts of my hips. After a few glides, I tilted her head back slightly and did exactly what I’d dreamed of for the past few years.

“Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.”

I fucked her mouth.

Her hand gripped my thigh, never tapping out, while the other moved furiously between her legs. Our eyes stayed open, completely focused on each other. When her eyelids began to flutter, I knew she was getting awfully close to disobeying me. As much as I wouldn’t mind doling out a second punishment, I wanted her pussy more, and my bed was the perfect height for what I had in mind.

Withdrawing from her mouth completely, I ordered, “Bend over the bed, cheek to the mattress, arms behind your back.”

Snagging her panties off the floor, I stood behind her, nudging her legs apart with my feet the same way we did during an arrest. The irony was not lost on me, especially considering my next move. Taking her wrists, I crossed them over the lower part of her back, then used her lacy garment to tie them together.

After checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight, I asked, “You good?”

“Never better,” she answered, then gasped as I slammed inside her pussy.

A slow drag of my out followed by a hard snap of my hips into nirvana. My rhythm never faltered, even when she begged me to go faster and harder. It was my pace to set. I was in control, until control was the last thing on my mind. An intense orgasm ripped through her, triggering mine and sending us both careening down a path of pleasure.

“You’re here.” Sammy darted from her desk as we strolled through the doors of our office the next morning, knocking Lanie off-kilter with the force of her hug.

“Easy, babe. She was shot, remember?” Nelson joined us, reaching out to shake my hand. “Noah. Good to have you back.”

“Crap. I’m so sorry, Lanie.” She quickly dropped her arms. “Did I hurt you?”

Lanie shook her head. “It was a graze. I’m good.”

Clasping her hand tight, I steered us toward the row of desks in the far corner of the room. We’d only been gone for a few weeks, yet the place seemed different. No.Wewere different.

“You want coffee?” I asked, pulling out her chair.

“Is that a real question? Cream, two sugars, please.”

“I know how you take your coffee, Darlin’.”

“Then hop to it, Cowboy.” She winked, then turned to pick up a pile of file folders off her desk.

“Oh-my-freaking-God, Nelson. They’re so cute.”

Sammy’s squeal of delight had my lips tipping up at the corners as I popped the K-cup in the Keurig. Glancing over my shoulder, I mouthed, “Cute?” to Lanie, who rolled her eyes in response. A minute and a half later, I set her favorite mug in front of her, brushing a quick kiss behind her ear while whispering, “That’s one, Agent Biggs.”

“We’re gonna need to revisit rule number six,” she smarted. “Otherwise, you’ll spend more time nursing a sore hand than you will fighting crime.”

“I think I’ll manage.”

Taking my cup of joe to the workspace I shared with Keaton, which was caddy-corner to hers, I began to sortthrough my very own mess of missed call messages and unfinished reports. Everything had its place on my desk, from the filing rack to the stapler, whereas Lanie’s––in my opinion––looked more like organized chaos. For instance, she was right handed, yet her pen holder sat in the left corner. None of it made any logistical sense to me and I guess it wasn’t supposed to. It was like our relationship. She and I worked so well together because we weren’t a cookie-cutter match. Her warm curves fit my sharp edges brilliantly.

Keaton and Koen arrived at the same time a few minutes later. Typically, they rode together when Henley and Jade had a shift at Over Easy. It still amazed me how their chance meeting led to the rapid growth spurt of our little family, which included Jade's younger brother, Jett. That kid was a damn genius. His big brain got him in a heap of trouble, but he was working with Nelson now, honing his craft.

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