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“You cut my bra, so I cut your pants. I thought it was fair play.”
“How am I supposed to explain this to my supervisor?”
“Psycho drunk?” I quipped, shrugging my shoulders.
“One I didn’t charge for assaulting an officer?”
“You’re too much of a softie for that,” I teased.
“Softie?” he growled.
“That’s what I said,” I taunted. “Now, what’re you gonna do about it?”
“You gonna get rid of the knife?”
I tapped my lips with said knife. “Hmmm.” I thought about it for a moment, then closed the knife and tossed it to the side. “Now that it’s gone, what’re you gonna do about it?”
When he didn’t act fast enough, I pushed him, knowing he’d land safely on the couch. I laughed at the look on his face as he flailed his arms, trying to stop his descent.
“Now it’s my turn to return the favour,” I said as I went down on my knees.
Between his legs, I knelt on the carpet. I reached out and wrapped my hand around the base of his dick, stroking it a couple of times. I used my thumb to rub the pre-cum across the tip, then pumped him again. Slowly sucking him into my mouth, I used my tongue to circle his mushroom tip.
“Fuck your mouth feels so good,” Brax groaned from deep in his chest as he grasped my hair and thrust his pelvis, hitting me in the back of my throat. I continued working him with my mouth and hands until suddenly he pulled me back.
“What?”
“I want to be balls deep when I cum inside you.”
He held out his hand to pull me to my feet, then he pushed himself back on the cushion, pulling me with him. He leaned back against the couch and pulled me on top of him.
Straddling his legs, I hovered. Grasping his length in one hand while I used the other on his shoulder to balance. Then I dropped, sinking until the hilt. It felt so full. With both hands placed on his chest, I rotated my hips as I started to move.
He grinned, reached down and held his thumb on my clit as I rode his length.
My legs trembled as he thrust one more time and filled me with his climax.
* * *
It wasn’tuntil several hours later that I found myself with my head on his shoulder. Once we’d tested out most of the surfaces in the house, of course.
I pulled away from him and sat up, taking the sheet with me. “I need to go,” I told him.
“Stay?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. What if someone other than your partner saw us together? It’s a risk to both of us just by me being here.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this forever,” he replied.
I paused. “What do you mean?”
“I could quit.”
“You love being a cop.”
“Not as much as I—”
“Don’t say it.”
