Page 16 of Misadventures in Blue
“I’m clean.”
I nearly faint in relief.
“If I do this, I’m going to come inside you,” he warns. His fingers stroke inside my cunt to underscore his words. “Going to make that pussy mine. Got it?”
“Oh God, yes, please, please do that.” I’m dangerously close to babbling now, my hands still twisting in his collar.
He gives me a nod. “And you have to be quiet,” he says, his free hand unbuckling his duty belt. “Can you do that?”
“I’d like to promise that I can?” I offer, and for the first time in our acquaintance, I see his mouth hitch up in a smile. It kicks the breath right out of my lungs, he’s so handsome.
He slides his fingers free and says, “Open.” And then my mouth is filled with his fingers—which taste like me. It’s so filthy, I can’t stand it.
“Keep your legs spread for my cock,” he rumbles, and I obey.
Chapter Six
Jace
I’m about to fuck Catherine Day in the investigations station.
More than that, I’m about to fuck her surrounded by boxes of evidence for the case we should be working on, with my new supervisor down the hallway, in broad fucking daylight, and I don’t care.
In my defense, I didn’t stand a damn chance after she murmured those magic words.
I want to get fucked again.
Although it’s possible I didn’t ever stand a chance. Not after catching her staring at my ass in that obscene way of hers. Not after seeing her beautiful and polished, sitting in her cubicle. Maybe not even after last night.
One hit and I’m a goner. Cat Day: gateway drug. Except she’s a gateway drug to more of her. She’s got me craving and trembling for just one more taste. Just one more touch.
Running me extra ragged is the slow unraveling of her own self-control—all that equilibrium and poise vanishing under my lips, my fingers. Seeing my scent drive her wild, feeling my jealousy get her wet. Her plea for us to fuck bare.
There’s a good reason I don’t pack condoms in my badge wallet or uniform pockets, and it’s because it’s against policy to fuck on duty. And when I say against policy, I mean I’ll be outside on my ass so fast I won’t even have time to put on my sunglasses.
But I don’t even care right now, because right now? With my fingers in Cat’s mouth and her eyes burning aqua against mine?
It would be worth it.
It only takes one hand to unbuckle the duty belt and only a moment to pop off the keepers and drop it to the ground. I don’t bother pulling the underbelt free—I unfasten it to expose my pants button, and then I’m able to unzip.
Cat makes a noise around my fingers—a sort of whine that communicates one thing: hurry.
My cock is so eager to be free that it nearly slaps up against my abs after I tug down the waistband of my boxers. And I can already feel the cool kiss of air along my tip, telling me I have pre-come beading there. After that, it’s just some pragmatic rearranging of fabric to make sure my cock is unimpeded and her panties are shoved well free.
“Shh,” I tell her and remove my fingers from her mouth. I need both hands to do this: a hand for grabbing one stocking-covered thigh to hike to my hip and the other to stir my head around her opening.
But she can’t shh, at least not very well. The minute the hot, taut skin of my crown kisses along her pussy, she lets out a noise that has me ready to blow—and would also let anyone walking by know what we are doing.
A quick time-out then. I drop her leg, and amid a whine of protest at the lack of contact between us, I unclip her garters and pull down and remove her panties.
And then I put them in her mouth.
Not a lot—not enough to truly gag her or make her uncomfortable—but enough that she has to work to keep them in place. Enough that she’ll be reminded to stay silent, because we can’t get caught.
Not only do I not want to get fired, but if I manage to get one of the best detectives in the metro fired because I couldn’t keep it in my pants? I’m never going to not hate myself.
So it’s panties and silence for now.
