“You want me to believe you came here because you didn’t have any intentions of fucking me.”
“Who says that’s not why?” she bats her lashes at me.
With another step, her eyes darken as I grow closer. “I do.”
“Then why am I doing this?” She says in a husky voice.
“You have every intention of fucking me; you just wanted the thrill, first.”
“Or I just had no other way to contact you.” She tries to maintain her stance.
Closing in the distance, causing her eyes to widen. “Come on, Sketch, we both know that’s not true.”
“I still hate that fucking name.” She shakes her head.
“That’s what makes it so good.”
“You’re a dick.”
It makes me chuckle as my arms skate around her body, pulling her into me. “I am.” Slamming my lips down on hers. Possibly bruising them, but right now I don’t care. I’ve had enough dreams about this goddamn woman in the last 6 months that I can’t help myself. Maybe a part of me wants her to walk around with my marks.
Even though I know she’ll be my downfall.
This fabricated life I’ve set up for myself will implode, and she’ll be standing in the middle of it all.
She grips my T-shirt, pulling me closer to her. Sinking my hands lower, lifting her up to make it a little more manageable. Her legs locked around me, pulling me flush against her, grinding her hips into me.
Pulling away, I look down at her, shaking my head. “The fuck are you doing to me?”
“Oh, you know, just working my way deep into your psyche.” She smirks.
I look down at her. “This is what’s gonna happen.” Leaning in and kissing her neck as her hips grind back against me. “We go back out there. Wait half an hour and then go to my house. I’ll meet you there as soon as they realize you’re gone.”
“Why not just fuck me here?”
“Cause they’ll notice if I’m gone for much longer, and they probably already know that you’re gone.”
“How could they know that?” she bats her lashes as if she doesn’t already know.
“Don’t act dumb; we both know that’s why you’re here. Youknow they’re all watching you out there.”
“Why would I want that?” her voice is husky as she asks it.
“Because they’re all gonna go home tonight, lie next to their wives, and even though they won’t know it, they’ll all be wishing they were me.”
“But like you said, I shouldn’t be in a cop bar.”
I can’t help but laugh, leaning into her more. “Don’t you see, baby, you’re a flame, and all they want to do is touch you.”
“What?” She pulls away, confusion in her eyes.
“I’ll see you at my house.”
She just nods her head before I step backward, moving closer to the door, turning around, and unlocking the door.
“Wait,” she calls out.
Turning around, quirking my lips as I stare back at her, knowing that she just wants me to stay here longer.
