Page 7 of Misadventures in Blue
It’s reckless what I’m about to do. Stupid in ways I’m never stupid in, yet I’m going to do it anyway because I want to. Hell, maybe I need to. Maybe my body is so desperate for friction and release that it could have been any man who crossed my path tonight.
But I don’t think that’s true.
It’s something about this too-young-for-me rookie, with his earnest seriousness and intense eyes. With that body that practically thrums with strength.
Every part of it is wrong for a thirty-seven-year-old woman, for a professional, maybe even for an officer of the law, yet I still lean down to his window and say, “Fifty-one thirty-seven Norwood Avenue. The door will be unlocked.”
And without waiting for his response, I walk around to the driver’s side of my car and leave.
JACE
An hour later I’m in the station, staring at my open locker as if it has answers.
It doesn’t.
Fifty-one thirty-seven Norwood Avenue. The door will be unlocked.
My cock, which has been pushing against my zipper since she flashed me that impossibly sexy combination of gun and garter, is hot and throbbing at the idea of going to her house. It’s swollen and proud at the pleasure of being picked. My cock wants to go.
Hell, all of me wants to go, if I’m being honest.
Being interviewed by her did nothing to diminish my slow but growing fascination—a fascination that felt more and more possessive as our conversation went on. The more her aqua eyes flicked over me in that endearingly unchaste way. The hauntingly sexy arch of her eyebrow as she listened. The inadvertent pout of her mouth as she took notes.
The flare of ownership I began to feel was so powerful, so urgent, that I could barely breathe. I didn’t care that she was older, that we just met, that while technically permissible, fraternization within rank was still frowned upon.
She was mine.
My ice queen who would thaw only for me.
Except now as I’m changing out, hanging up my duty belt in my locker and lacing up my civvy boots, I’m plagued by questions.
Is this something she does often? Am I not the first young, unattached officer to be picked for this?
Am I imagining her attraction to me? My reaction to her?
And do any of these questions actually matter? It’s a spontaneous lay with no promise of more. A single, near-strangerly fuck and then a parting of ways. For all I know, I’ll be pushed out the door with a wet dick and one of those small, enigmatic smiles, never to see her again.
I nearly growl at the thought. I don’t want a single fuck with Catherine Day. I don’t know what I do want, but I know this thing stretching and flexing to life inside me won’t be satisfied with only tonight.
I’m going to need more.
I’m going to need a lot more.
Chapter Three
Cat
I’m shaking as I walk into my house.
Wild doubts and frenetic surges of panic tumble around inside my mind as I lock up my duty weapon and put my badge and my notes away.
What am I doing? Have I lost my mind?
And will he come?
What if he doesn’t?
What if he does?
