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“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Should I?”
“Your eyes are all blown out. Does this make you hot?”
“No,” I lied.
“As for trust, how about this? If I ran into Dirk on the street, I’d lose my badge to put a bullet between his eyes.”
“Go ahead.” I released his wrist and watched as he pointed the knife at my neck. He placed the point just below the seam at the collar of the shirt and sliced through the material, then slid the knife back in his belt. Then, with both hands, he grabbed where he divided the fabric and yanked in opposite directions. The sound of my shirt being torn apart echoed through the room.
I sucked in a breath of air as his fingers ghosted across my rib cage. He chuckled as he palmed my breast, undoubtedly feeling the hardened nipple beneath the lace.
He reached for his utility knife again.
What the fuck was he up to?
The bigger question was if I would enjoy what he planned to do with it.
“Since this worked so well the first time—” He carefully slid the knife between my breasts and with a quick tug, he’d sliced between the cups of my bra.
“That was one of my favourites,” I complained.
“I’ll buy you ten more.”
He set the knife on the table next to me and said, “I might need that for later.”
All the while, he remained fully clothed in his uniform. It was like a crazy male exotic dancer fantasy gone wild. Only in reverse. He wore the costume, and I was the one being undressed.
He placed my ankle over his shoulder, then pulled my underwear to the side, running his finger down the seam of my pussy, dipping it inside, then retreating.
“Don’t tease,” I warned him.
He didn’t disappoint as his fingers parted my pussy lips and plunged inside. His other hand palmed my breast as he continued to thrust two fingers into me as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.
“Keep going, I’m almost there,” I moaned.
He upped his ante by adding another finger as he pumped them. Sparks flew across my vision as a tsunami of pleasure flowed over me. Wave after wave as I continued to ride his hand.
I reached for the knife as I came down. As far as I was concerned, a man wearing a uniform shouldn’t be having this much fun. His eyes tracked my movements, but he showed no interest in stopping me. Which was smart because it was truly unfair that he still wore his clothes.
Taking my ankle off his shoulder, then slid off the end of the table, placing both feet on the ground.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Whatever the fuck I want.”
“You think so, do you?” He quirked a brow.
“I know so,” I responded, taking a step toward him.
He retreated, so I kept advancing.
I backed him up until he was in front of the couch, then stopped. With the knife hovering at a safe distance, I slowly traced his body as if I was sayingeeny, meeny, miny, moe, in my head. When I settled on his pants, I took a step forward and grabbed his belt loop, positioning the knife next to the seam.
“Just how difficult would it be for you to replace these?” I asked.
“Why—” With a flick of the wrist, I sliced through the waist of his pants. “What the fuck?!”
