Page 15 of Misadventures in Blue
“Do you like me being jealous of him?” His hand drops from beside my head and slowly, deliberately palms my cunt through my skirt. “Do you like it when I’m possessive?”
My head drops back against the wall as my hips push against his touch. Pleasure curls, dark and smoky, through my belly and chest, and I know the answer before I admit it aloud. “Yes.”
“I know you do.” He says it matter-of-factly, in this almost-arrogant way that leaves no room for doubt.
I do like it. He did know.
It’s that straightforward.
He reaches over with his free hand and locks the meeting room door, and for the first time, I appreciate how isolated it is. Near nothing else except my cubicle, with no internal windows or shared doors. And when Jace flicks off the light, leaving only the afternoon sunlight straining against the metal blinds of the exterior windows, I know we’re essentially hidden here. As long as we stay silent, no one will know.
Ohhhh, this is such a bad idea. But it doesn’t stop me from rocking my cunt against Jace’s peremptory touch.
“Tell me,” he says, leaning close and ghosting his mouth over my jaw. “Did he fuck you right? Did he make that little pussy of yours happy?”
My eyelids flutter at his dirty words, even as the sensible part of my mind rears up to scream it’s none of your business! I shouldn’t betray poor Kenneth’s ego this way. I shouldn’t. But then Jace presses hard enough to make me moan, and I think maybe I don’t care and that I’ll tell him anything to keep this jealous, ravenous side of him around.
“Did he?” he demands again, impatient with my silence, curling his fingers to catch my clit with more pressure.
“No,” I relent in a whimper. “No, he didn’t.”
Jace nods to himself, as if confirming knowledge he already had. “He was too gentle, wasn’t he? Tried to fuck you easy and sweet?”
His fingers are now at the hem of my skirt, dragging it up to my waist. I’m squirming to get his touch back where I
need it, back where I’m wet and aching, back where only he can soothe me.
“Too bad he didn’t know there isn’t anything easy about you,” Jace says, one hand pushing my panties aside and the other hand fisting in my hair. He makes me watch as he pushes his fingers inside me and fucks me with them. “Too bad he didn’t know you’re the furthest thing from sweet.”
“Then what am I?” I dare him, as if any dare has teeth when you’re fucking yourself on someone’s hand.
But Jace responds immediately, his nostrils flaring and his eyes blazing bright. “You’re mine,” he seethes and yanks me in for a brutal kiss.
Our lips meet, hot and urgent, and then his tongue seeks out the seam of my mouth, demanding entry, demanding succor. I let him in. I let him taste my mouth for the first time as he finger-fucks me against the wall and fists my hair. He sweeps through my mouth the way he does everything—quietly, intensely, and with raw, male power. But I manage to break his silence and elicit a long groan from him when I kiss him back, when I stroke my tongue along his the way I would his cock, with flickers and swirls and promise.
I shouldn’t do this. Fraternization is fine, but sex on duty definitely isn’t—and we’re not only on duty but also on police department property. In the same building as twenty other cops. I should push Jace away, straighten up my skirt, and act like Catherine Day again.
I’m tired of acting like Catherine Day. The thought adds to the restless itch that’s been crawling through my blood since I saw Jace standing firm and sure next to my cubicle. I’m tired of being lonely, of being the best, of being the sort of woman that would fit a man like Kenneth.
And as foolish as it is, something about Jace drives back this lonely ache and makes me feel alive again—and I can’t surrender that to the faceless pestle of propriety and professionalism. Not yet, anyway.
I reach up and grab his collar. “I want to get fucked again,” I say against his mouth.
He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t hesitate.
“Here?” he asks.
“Here.”
His mouth comes back over mine, hard, as he adds another finger inside me. “I don’t have a condom, Cat.”
My high heels make it difficult to rise and press to get the friction I want, and Jace knows it, using my inability to move to tease me, to edge me along the brink until I think I might go mad.
“I don’t care,” I pant. “I’m using birth control. I’m clean. Fuck me bare.”
He pulls back enough to catch my eyes, and the raw lust there is enough to make my knees buckle. “Cat.”
“Are you clean, Jace? Say you are. Say you’ll stick that beautiful cock inside me. Say you’ll do it now.”
