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When he was done, he gave me that fucking smirk that made my clothes practically disintegrate from my body then made a circle with his index finger. “On your knees, Priscilla.”

I leaned in just long enough to kiss him hard, our tongues tangling roughly. When I pulled back, I huffed, feigning annoyance. “You’re lucky that pegging you puts me in a malleable mood.”

He circled his finger around again, that smirk still fixed on his lips. “You love getting done like this.”

He knew that for a fact, so I wasn’t going to argue. As soon as I turned around, I felt him shift, his damp skin touching mine. He ran a hand over my back, then smacked my ass hard. Dick right where I needed it. He teased my clit as I tried to get him inside.

“Come on, J. I know you wanna come.” I was begging and didn’t really care.

Without a word, he slid in and soon we were rocking hard against each other. My tits bouncing under me as J gripped my hips and thrust into me. “Mueve ese culo, Priscilla.” He grunted hard and slapped my ass.

“Fuck, J, I’m so close.”

He was past words and all communication came in either grunts or growls as he fucked me into a frenzy. With one hand he started working my clit as he pounded me. “Oh God. Don’t stop. Just…like that.” My orgasm came out of nowhere and it knocked the air out of me. I dropped my arms as J thrust into me a couple more times. His face pressed to mine.

“This is so good.” I felt him seize up behind me and the condom fill, as he flopped on top of me. After we’d finally caughtour breaths, J carefully pulled out of me and got up on what looked like very wobbly legs to get a towel from the bathroom.

My mind felt empty and my body was throbbing in the best way possible. This had been exactly what I needed. The fact that everything else about today had been an utter disaster, just a dull nagging on the edge of my brain.

J handed me the warm wet cloth and got back in bed with me.

“So now that we’ve fucked that mood out of you, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” The concern I’d seen in his eyes was clear when he spoke. He gave me a lopsided smile as he put an arm around me, his skin still a little clammy form the exertions of the past hour.

To my utter surprise, when I opened my mouth, I heard myself sayingyes.

chapter twenty-seven

juan pablo

“I don’t want you to tell me how to fix any of this. I just want to vent, okay?” I nodded, hearing the reluctance in Priscilla’s voice. Whatever it was, it had her twisted in knots.

“I promise, I won’t mansplain or interrupt with advice unless you explicitly request it,” I assured her and shifted again, so that her head was on my chest.

My limbs still felt like jelly and my head was throbbing—fuck I was probably dehydrated. When Pris and I went hard like that, it took me a minute to recover. But I felt good. Not just about the obviously bomb sex we’d just had, but because Pris had come to me after what was clearly a hard day.

I grabbed a water bottle from the side of the bed and drank deeply then passed it to her. “Shit, Priscilla, you wore me out, ma.” I wasn’t even gonna apologize for calling her that. Thankfully, like me, she seemed to also think that we were past trying to pretend we weren’t back to being fully in each other’s lives. That’s how it was with us, being together had always felt easier than being apart.

“I got taken off one of my cases.” She sighed, but instead of pulling back, as she usually would whenever she was upset, she pressed closer. Her mouth against my neck while she talked. “You know I can’t give you any details, but it’s one of my kid cases and it’s a fucking shit show. I’ve been making noiseabout how we’ve handled it from the beginning.” Her voice was tight, but it wasn’t just frustration. Whatever had happened was worrying her, which explained the intensity of the last hour.

“And you weren’t getting a lot of support?” I tried to keep my voice as low as possible, because this, Priscilla telling me about her job issues, like in detail, was practically unheard of. Even a hint of judgement would shut her down on me.

She took her time to answer, her lips pressed to my neck. My heart fluttered in my chest, as I lay there with her. So fucking happy I could cry from having this again. “It’s not even about support; they just weren’t listening. I mean, some people were. Bri and I came to the same conclusions and were trying to talk sense into the rest of the team from day one, but people didn’t want to push. The CPS worker is good, but again was not taking the time to look at the big picture. Bottom line, we fucked up and now this kid is going to pay for it.” Her voice shook on that last part and I turned my head, nuzzling her neck. Kissed her cheek and then her mouth.

“I’m sorry.” I didn’t want to offer solutions, or minimize what clearly was a fucked up situation. And what else was there to say? There wasn’t a single pep talk that would make this shit any easier on her.

She kissed me back, her nails raking the back of my head, as she slid her tongue into my mouth. It was a long kiss, and I know she was using it as a distraction, but I’d never been strong enough to deny her. We separated reluctantly and she went back to talking.

“I’m pissed that they didn’t listen to me. That this kid had to be in a horrible situation for weeks more than she should’ve been, when we could have removed her from that. But mostly, I feel like I’m just a cog in a machine.” She exhaled, and when she spoke again, she sounded small and really fucking tired. “It’s sort of always been like this in some ways, so it’s nothing new.It’s the nature of the job. We can’t fix everything. I don’t know why it makes a difference now, but it does. It’s just I can’t shake this feeling that me being there doesn’t even matter, and that scares me. I don’t want something happening to someone on my watch because I was too burned out to do my job.”

I scoffed at that, because no matter how I felt about Priscilla’s job, she was a damn good cop. I sat up shaking my head and pulled her up so that we were sitting face-to-face. “You would never do that. You’d get out first.” And I don’t know if it was the endorphins still running through my veins or if it was how sad she looked, but before I could talk my dumb ass out of it, I was trying to talk her into staying in the job. “There’s not a better detective in the NYPD than you. Your lieutenant is a fool if he doesn’t know that.”

The side of her mouth turned up a bit and she shook her head like I was talking crazy. “I know you’re not trying to get in my pants again, because my nether regions are on recess until morning,at least.” She whirled fingers in the general direction of my crotch, a doubtful expression on her face. “And I know you’re going to need some rest.”

“Hey,” I balked. “I just sexed you up for like a full hour. I am not getting the credit I deserve.”

She threw her hands up and then gestured toward her “nether regions.”

“I just said you took me out of commission until morning. What do you want? To see me with a limp?”