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Her ass slides along the length of my desk, forcing her tiny skirt up, exposing more of her long slender leg as she sits on the corner of it and smiles back innocently. “You weren’t taking my calls.” She has the decency to whisper back.
I tilt my head to the chair at the side of my desk reserved for victims or suspects, and nod towards it, too aware of the eyes around the room that leer at her and question me. I ignore them. Amy slides off my desk slowly, purposefully, driving her skirt even higher. She slips into the chair, her legs crossed tightly, a shy smile across her face.
She’s fucking killing me.
Amy shifts then slowly unfolds one of her legs, setting it down a little farther than needed and holding for longer than acceptable to ensure I catch a glimpse of her sweet little pussy, taunting me with the fact she has nothing under that tiny little skirt, before crossing the other leg back over. Heat rips rough my body and goes straight to my cock, and for a minute I lose my train of thought. I swallow the lump in my throat, envisioning what it might be like to grab her by the hair, spin her around and bend her over my desk then punish her with my cock.
I lean in and her scent envelopes me making me hard and swollen at memories and fantasies. All I need to do is inch two fingers forwards and I could be inside her. I clear my throat, finding my voice as she eases into the seat. “You need to leave,” I barely manage to say.
“You need to stop ignoring me.”
“Fine, I’ll come around tonight. Now, please leave.”
“You better,” she says with a sweet smile.
“Or else?” I deadpan, my hard cock deflating, my heart hammering in my chest.
“You’ll be sorry. Maybe even as sorry as Derek.” With that she pops out of the chair sweetly and adjusts her skirt. She leans in, giving me a full visual of her cleavage. “See you tonight, Joe.”
She turns around and leaves me reeling at my desk, her ass swaying as she walks out of the station.
When she leaves the building, I bolt from my chair and rush to the bathroom, pushing my way through the door which slams against the opposite wall. I barely make it to the stall in time before I empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. A cold sweat peppers my body and chills run up my spine. What the fuck is this girl playing at?
The rest of the day is a panicked blur. I can’t concentrate on a god damn thing, and I know I’ll be paying for it tomorrow with unfinished reports, late hand-ins and a fuck tonne of mistakes. But right now, there is nothing I can do about it.
I tell Annie I have to catch up on some things and will be coming home late. She’s good about it. She’s good about it because lately I’ve been good to her. I’ve made an effort, I’ve been present, I’ve made her feel appreciated again. I’ve given her a new reason to be happy.
My knock echoes through the corridor and Amy lets her door swing open a moment later. She’s standing in an open lace robe that shows off lacy black lingerie. It’s sexy as fuck, and on any other night I would be tearing it off her body and devouring her, but not tonight. Never again.
I push the door open, and she stumbles with a backwards step, releasing it, allowing me to step inside. “What the fuck, Amy?”
She doesn’t flinch. “Hi, Joe, do you want a drink?”
“No, I don’t want a fucking drink.” I stalk her to the kitchen. “I want this to stop! This has to stop!”
“What are you talking about, Joe?” She takes a small sip from her glass and tilts her head with a ghosted smile.
“You know what I am talking about. The endless calls, showing up at my office, harassing me. Enough! It’s fucking crazy.”
“You make me sick.” Her innocence falls away like a veil. “You pretend to love me, but you’re a hypocrite.”
“I never pretended to love you.” I shake my head, dazed with disbelief.
“No, you were just happy fucking me.”
“Don’t play the victim with me, Amy. You came to my fucking office and threatened me. I’m not going to tell you again. Stay away from me and my family or there’ll be trouble.”
“Like there was trouble for Derek?” Her eyes flicker a few times, and my heart slams in my chest.
Anger slithers inside me like poison, gushing through my veins with each violent thump of my heart. I pull out my baton. “Are you threatening me, Amy?”
She looks at the baton in my hand and scoffs, her fingers lightly brushing over the metal rod.
“Amy.”
“I know you want me, Joe,” she says as she grabs my hand and leads the baton towards her mouth. Her lips part as she slowly sucks down on it.
I flinch away, and it leaves her mouth with a pop. She licks her lip and grabs my hand again, her mouth wrapping around the metal, my eyes locked on her lips.
