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I turned to find Memphis striding down the middle of the bullpen like she owned the place.
Her hair flowed behind her as she walked quickly towards me, her face set in a thin line.
She was drawing not just the attention of the shit head thieves, but the cops around the room as well.
She stopped, took a long look around the room, and found me.
I raised my brows at her and she started towards me, eyes on fire.
Her heels clicked against the ugly laminate floors, proving just how upset she was.
I pulled my phone out, looking for a missed call from her, but found none.
The only two being from an old girlfriend that I hadn’t spoken with since the night I’d first met Memphis.
She came to a stop in front of me, and she narrowed her eyes.
“What?” I asked, taking in her outfit.
It was a skintight beige skirt that went from just underneath her breasts all the way down to below her knees.
The shirt, a red number, was tucked into it with a wide belt covering up where the two intersected.
Her hair was curled today, and her eyes were ringed with coal black eyeliner.
She looked fucking sexy as hell, and my chest seemed to puff minutely knowing she was mine.
I wasn’t blind.
I could see what was going on around me.
Tills, the little fucker who worked the front desk, hadn’t taken his eyes off her ass since she’d passed.
Prescott was looking, too. Only at her tits that seemed to pop out of her red shirt, rather than her tight ass.
I glared at him, and he looked down, suddenly finding something extremely interesting about the papers on his desk.
Good.
“So, you had a visitor today,” she said, smiling tightly.
I raised my brows. “Yeah?”
She nodded and circled around me until her back was to the wall.
She got up onto her tip toes and wrapped her arms around my back before whispering, “Yeah, some chick. Some naked chick, came into your room…looking for you.”
I blinked in surprise and grabbed her hand, taking her to my office.
We passed through a sea of blue, all so fucking curious it wasn’t even funny.
I passed Luke’s door and gave him a head nod before unlocking my office door and swinging it open wide for her to enter.
She did, and I entered followed her, closing and locking it.
“I haven’t fucked anybody else since we got together,” I said without preamble.
I was a rather blunt person.
I didn’t like beating around the bush.
I knew exactly what she was looking for, and acting like I didn’t would only prolong the nonsense.
She blinked. “I know that. I wouldn’t be with you right now if I thought differently. What I have a problem with is that she was a freakin’ bitch to me. I may dress nice, and I may try to act nice, but I was raised with a bunch of bikers. I don’t do jealousy. And that’s exactly what she tried to do…act like y’all were still together. All I want is for you to talk to her and tell her to back the fuck off, or I’ll be forced to use my charm.”
I blinked. “How’d she get in?”
She shrugged. “Foster or Miller, I’m guessing. Where’s Mocha?”
I moved my chair and pointed to the dog bed underneath my desk. “She refused to stand up. She was tired.”
She laughed, throwing her head back at the hilarity. “The girl’s stubborn, I’ll give her that.”
I smiled. “Kinda like somebody else I know.”
She bared her teeth at me, giving me a fake snarl for good measure.
“Alright, well I just got out of school. I have to go to work in about thirty minutes,” she informed me, leaning on my desk as she said it.
I walked forward until my knees were on either side of her thighs.
“So you weren’t here for something…else?” I asked just to make sure.
She shook her head. “Nope.”
I grinned and ran the knuckles of my right hand down the apple of her cheek.
“I’ve always had this fantasy,” I said, looking into her eyes.
She raised her brow.
“And what would that be?” She asked curiously.
I ran one finger down the bridge of her nose, and her breath started to speed up.
“Something that would require you to get that pretty skirt wrinkled, so I don’t think you’d do it,” I admitted truthfully.
She pursed her lips. “How about you tell me what it is, and I’ll tell you if you’re right.”
I crowded closer until her hands were planted on the desk behind her, holding up her weight as I leaned in over her.
“You really want to know?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Yes,” she said breathily.
My hand fisted into her hair, pulling back slightly, allowing the column of her throat to be exposed to my seeking lips.
“I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock until I’m nearly ready to blow. Then I want you to turn around and bend over so I can fuck you on top of my desk,” I said against her neck.
She started panting, eyes glazed with need.
“I…I think I can handle that,” she stammered.
I grinned down at her, running my beard along her cheek and pressing the hard line of my cock against her right thigh.
“Are you sure? It’s bound to get you looking like you’ve been thoroughly fucked. You’d have to walk through a room full of cops who are anything but stupid. They’d know. Every one of them,” I said against her lips. “They couldn’t prove it, but they’d know.”
She shook her head. “I don’t care.”
My hand traveled up the back of her knee, curling under her skirt until I hit the edge of her panties.
Then my fingers dipped slowly inside, running one wide finger against her slit.
She gasped, arching her pussy forward, trying to coax me inside.
Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep.
“Fuck,” I hissed, pulling back abruptly.
She whimpered at the loss of my body, but I went anyway.
Just as I read the readout, there was a pounding on the door, followed by a loud, “Hurry the fuck up,” by Luke.
I clenched my teeth and shoved the pager back into my pocket, walking towards Memphis quickly.
