“Lie back on that bed,” I ordered. “Spread your legs and show me. Show me the pussy I bred.”
I watched as she slipped off her lace panties, slow and deliberate. She didn’t look at me—not once—as she walked to the bed and sat down.
I caught a glimpse of her—just a hint—and waited, breath held tight in my chest.
Then she lay back.
Rested her heels on the edge of the mattress.
And spread herself wide open.
For me.
God damn.
She was worth every second of the wait.
Chapter 14
Juliette
When his jaw dropped and he stared at me—at the proof of my need—it gave me a little courage. Just enough.
“I’ve been a very bad girl, Officer Kade,” I murmured.
His eyes snapped up to mine, and there it was—that feral look. The same one from that night. The one that melted my spine and made my pulse stutter.
“Is that right, Ms Morgan?”
I nodded, slowly.
I bit my lip when I saw the tip of his cock peeking out from beneath the elastic waistband of his underwear.
“When I was nine, I shouted across the playground to my teacher—Mrs McGeever the Beaver—because she had buck teeth. It was a dare.”
He paused, brow raised.
“That’s your confession? That’s the worst thing you’ve done?”
“My penance was to become a teacher.”
“You’re so fucking adorable, you know that?” he said with a grin.
And just like that, all the panic—being single, being pregnant—melted away, replaced by the sudden warmth blooming in my chest.
“That’s just the beginning of a long list of confessions, Officer,” I said as he moved closer.
“We’ll take them one at a time, Ms Morgan,” he drawled, tracing his fingers slowly down my thighs. “And each one’s going to end with my come dripping out of you.”
I closed my eyes as his fingers brushed over my core. He spread me open with a quiet, reverent sound in his throat.
“Just like I remember. Pretty and pink on the inside.”
His fingers stayed there, just resting—cruelly still—until I arched my back, trying to make him move.
“Oh, you want this, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and sinful, like he already knew every filthy thought running through my head. “You gonna beg for it, sweetheart?”
I opened my mouth to say something sharp, but all I managed was a broken whimper when he finally slid one thick finger between my folds, dragging it slowly from front to back.
