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My mouth open, his grip holding me still, he pushes his cock into my mouth. I moan in ecstasy. He tastes so good, salty and sweet. The perfect recipe for me to forget my real life .
His grip on my hair loosens, and I miss it already, that little bit of pain igniting a spark in me. It's something I want him to do to me again. My mouth and tongue hungry over his silky hardness. His words, urging me to suck him, demanding that I touch my pussy as I suck him off, calling me a dirty girl in a rumbling voice as my hand strokes in between my legs. I am so wet. My finger rubs and flicks over my swollen furrow .
He pulls out of my mouth suddenly and pushes me back on the bed. Kneeling between my spread legs, I watch him pump and stroke himself as I rub my fingers over my clit. Reaching below, I dip my finger inside, pull it out and slide over my skin. His heavy-lidded stare rakes over my face, going lower to my full breasts, undulating hips, and resting on my h
and rubbing at my core. As I touch myself, I feel the beginning twinges of an orgasm. The movements of my finger quicken and my hips undulate on their own volition .
I feel his big, rough hand engulf mine and pull it away from my body. I'm about to protest, when he bends forward and sucks my fingers into his mouth. He licks my honeyed essence, causing me to clench and quiver deep in my core. When he's done, he settles his big body on top of mine, his weight pressing me into the bed. His elbow rests on the bed beside my head, and I turn and suck the skin on the inside of his bulging bicep. Pressing my thighs open a little more, he turns and sheaths his cock before rubbing against my opening, the blunt head of his perfect cock teasing into me .
Gasping as he fills me up, I lift my head and suck on his chin, nipping it before going lower to suck on his neck. His strokes into me are long and hard, and they make my breasts bounce and jiggle at the end of each thrust. He feels so good inside me, on top of me. I want to bathe in the smell of his skin, sandalwood and a tiny hint of vanilla. It’s a fragrance I never want to forget. Searching for my lips, he plunges his tongue into my mouth when he finds it. He moans as we kiss, pulling back from my seeking mouth and holding my gaze as he thrusts into me. I look away, not wanting those eyes to search me the way that they are. I feel suddenly vulnerable, when I want to keep this anonymous .
His hot breath warms my skin as he says roughly, "Please baby, don't do that. Don't hide from me." His teeth nip my earlobe, and he nudges my face to him and kisses my lips. I open my mouth, beckoning his tongue inside. His thrusts come quicker and harder; he pistons into me as our tongues dance. As his grunts and groans get louder, I feel my channel fluttering and quaking around his shaft. My fingernails are like claws, digging into his ass cheeks, trying to keep him close as I beg him to fuck me harder .
His lips find mine once again, our teeth clashing a little as he gets wilder. My back arches off the bed as I explode in bliss. As I shiver and cry out, I feel him stiffen over me, then convulse a few times as he comes. We pant and gasp, kissing and touching each other before collapsing. He lies down beside me and pulls me close to him. I turn my back to him, the little spoon, snuggling my ass against his firm body. Feeling the heat radiate off of him. I stay turned from him, not wanting him to see the panic rise in my eyes, as the full gravity of what I’ve just done starts to settle into my bones .
What the hell are you doing, Harlow? What the hell have you done ?
Chapter 47
I t’s almost nine in the morning, and I’m sitting at my desk in my office at the courthouse downtown. I’m sipping hot tea and wearing my sunglasses. My head throbs. I can’t believe how bad this hangover is. Moreover, I can’t believe I did the things I did last night. If any of my team knew what I’ve been up to, they would never let me hear the end of it. Frankly, I am having trouble processing anything that happened. The fact that I had sex with a man and never even bothered to learn his name is completely out of character for me, not to mention the fact that I crept out of his room before he could wake up. But the last thing I wanted to deal with this morning was a big scene where we had to pretend we were going to see each other again .
Even if, as I walked out the door, my stomach lurched at the thought of leaving him behind forever .
I’m startled from my thoughts when my assistant, Amy, knocks on the door; the sound of her fist rapping on the wood sends throbs from temple to temple. She walks in and gives me a suspicious smile, cocking her head to the side .
“Do I need to get you some ibuprofen? Or cancel your first meeting? You look like you need a nap… already .”
I groan and set my head on the cool wood of the desk. “I’m fine. I will be fine. I’m… here. Who is my first appointment? And can they talk quietly ?”
“Doubtful. It’s Alexander, and I don’t think he’s ever been quiet his whole life .”
I moan softly into my desk. Of course, my first appointment of the day is District Attorney Alexander O’Connell. The youngest DA in the city’s history is also one of the most ambitious. He’s probably never taken a day off in his life. He’s the reason we’ve taken down as many of the heavy hitters of organized crime as we have, but he’s also why we’re all so stressed out all the time .
“Do we know why he’s coming in?” I ask as I start squinting my way through my email. I don’t see any messages from him, so there is no telling what he wants. Amy shrugs and hands me a huge stack of files .
“No clue. But this is all the paperwork on Carlo Adelardi that needs to be entered in the system, and some of it still needs to be sent to the clerk. I can’t do it until I get your signature on some of it, so I need you to go through the whole thing ASAP .”
I look around her, and see Alexander walking in. All of the women in the office immediately begin fawning all over him, and I have to fight not to roll my eyes. He’s a good-looking man, with his salt-and-pepper hair and tailored suits, but I know way too much about him to find him attractive. I wave Amy away .
“And take these files with you, please. I’ll deal with them after King O’Connell leaves. I’m sure he already has another disaster for me to take on.” Amy nods and grabs the stack, then disappears out my second door as Alexander walks in the first .
“Harlow Bullock, you’re looking…” he pauses as he surveys what I imagine is a rough scene. “Well, you’re here and that’s what matters. Congratulations again on Carlo Adelardi. That was quite a win .”
“Thank you, sir,” I mumble as I sip my tea and try to discreetly swallow another painkiller .
“But no rest for the wicked, as they say. A new case came across my desk this morning, and I’m going to handle it myself, but I want you to sit second chair—if he won’t take a plea, that is. This may be bigger than Adelardi, and I shouldn’t get to shoulder all that glory alone .”
I manage to force myself not to roll my eyes. “Sounds good, sir. Any information ?”
“Have your assistant cancel your morning. I want you to come with me to the precinct. This guy, Vincent Loretto… he may be one of the major hitmen for the Adelardi family. And I think we can either turn him, or at the very least, make an example of him. Either way, the Adelardis are about to take another major hit in a short amount of time and it could be enough to send them running .”
I force on a smile. The absolute last thing I feel like doing is going down to one of the holding cells at the police station, but sitting second chair to the DA on a case like this could be a big deal. “What time are we meeting with him ?”
Alexander scoffs. “Criminals don’t get to set meetings. This is our game, Bullock. Get your coat; we’re leaving now .”
* * *
A lexander and I are sitting in the interview area of the Major Crimes squad room, waiting for two detectives to bring Vincent Loretto in to talk to us. I shift uncomfortably in the cold metal chair; I understand why they have these seats for the criminals, but I’ll never get why they can’t bring in better chairs for us, the good guys. I let out a sigh and look at my watch; we’ve been waiting for an hour, and at this rate, I’m going to miss another appointment. Alexander looks at me with a chuckle .
