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I shut it off. Every second thought to say no. I don’t want to over-think this. I just want to keep feeling the way I do right now.

I do as he asks, rolling over onto my stomach. I welcome the cool touch of the pillow against my burning face and move my arms behind me.

He holds me down and cuffs me. “You have the right to keep moaning my name, baby,” he says.

I crack up, pressing my face into the pillow. “Shut up.”

“Any other name you moan can and will be used against you⁠—”

“Oh, my god!”

He laughs and his lips glide down my back, leaving soft kisses along my spine. I twitch as he bites the flesh of my rear, then purr in relief as he plants a quick kiss to soothe the pain. I fall even deeper into the pillow, feeling warm blooms of pleasure ripple throughout my skin as he continues downward, kissing and nipping at my legs and knees.

“Jake?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he says, his breath tickling me.

I twist to look back over my shoulder, my eyes falling to his still swollen cock. A deep urge throbs in my core as he moves up again, his wet tongue drawing a long line up my left thigh.

I spread my legs a bit, making him pause. He looks up into my begging eyes before slowly traveling the rest of the way to my lips. His knees nudge my legs, pushing them apart. I obey, feeling his hardness rest against my ass.

Milo reaches down and guides the tip of his cock inside me. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispers in my ear.

A bolt of warmth travels through my core. “Yes,” I breathe.

He grabs the chain on the cuffs and pulls my arms taut behind me. He fucks me slowly, making me feel every inch of him. I moan into the pillow, softly twitching as he takes me over. He grabs my hair and wraps it around his fingers. I raise my head, torn between his gentle tug and his harder, deeper thrusts.

“Oh, god,” I moan.

He lowers down to whisper in my ear. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I answer.

He kisses the back of my neck, shooting shivers down my spine that fuel our shared pleasure.

“I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you,” he tells me. “I wanted to rip that black suit off your body. I want to take hold of that ponytail and…”

He tugs my head back, drawing my lips toward his. He kisses me, his mouth wild and open. His hips buck faster, grinding me against his bed. I can’t do anything or say a word. I moan on his tongue, twisting around to keep the kiss for as long as I can.

“Did you want me, Anna?” he asks.

A wave of pleasure takes my core. “I don’t know,” I answer truthfully.

He grins. “Even after you arrested me, I wanted to crawl under that table in the interrogation room…” he groans, “and tongue-fuck that tight pussy of yours.”

The fantasy sparks in my head and I picture it so clearly. Him with his face buried between my thighs. My hands cuffed behind my back. People watching through the glass…

“Be honest,” he growls, bringing me out of it. “Have you ever wanted a suspect to fuck you on that table? Or like this?”

He tugs my cuffs and I moan loudly, giving in. “Yes.”

“Who?”

“You.”

He squeezes my hair a little tighter and bites the nape of my neck. “Bad girl. You almost made me jealous.”

I laugh out loud. “Are you a territorial man, Jake?”