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Judge turned the cushioned chair to face the night, opened the window and stared out at the sky littered with tiny pinpoints of light. He dropped into the chair, wondering if PJ was looking up at the stars or if she had been forced to hit the rack with all the other recruits at nine o’clock.
He drank his beer and imagined what it would be like if PJ wasn’t part of TCW. If she lived in Eagle Rock and had a regular job that didn’t involve killing anything bigger than a fly.
He’d ask her out on a date, take her somewhere high on a hill and lay beneath the stars, making plans and dreaming of adventures they’d have together.
He shook his head at the thought of having a normal life with the extraordinary PJ. Once free of TCW, would she even be interested in him? She was beautiful, independent and could have her choice of anyone who could make her happy.
The few days they’d had together hadn’t been nearly enough.
When Judge reached the bottom of the beer bottle, he kicked off his boots, stripped out of his clothes and laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling, willing sleep to come.
* * *
After tossing and turning for a few hours, he must have fallen asleep thinking about PJ because he was having the best dream.
She was leaning over him, pressing a kiss to his lips, her hands roaming over his chest.
He groaned, his cock hardening as her fingers slid lower.
He was afraid to open his eyes and wake up to an empty bed and a hard-on he couldn’t satisfy.
“Judge.” Even her voice was the same in the dream.
He reached out and gathered her into his arms, shocked at how real—
Judge’s eyes shot open, and his arms clamped around a black-clad torso. He flipped the intruder over onto the mattress and pinned her beneath him. Based on the narrow waist and the swell of breasts and hips, the invader was definitely female.
When he pulled the black ski mask from her head, sandy-blond hair spilled out around her shoulders and a smile curled across her lips.
“PJ,” he said with a sigh and bent to claim her lips in a continuation of the dream that had held him captive.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. She opened to him, hungrily twisting her tongue around his.
Her fingers slid over his shoulders and down his back to cup his naked ass.
He groaned and leaned back, caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, dropping it to the floor. Glad she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath, he feasted on her breasts, capturing one rosy nipple between his teeth and rolling it gently before sucking it deep into his mouth.
Her back arched, and she moaned.
The sound sent blood surging through his veins, angling south.
He leaned away and tore at the button on her jeans and then the zipper.
Between the two of them, they tugged and pushed until the jeans stopped at the top of her black combat boots.
PJ giggled, a sound Judge hadn’t heard from her. It was light, happy and so sweet, he wanted to make her do it again.
He swung to the end of the bed, unlaced her boots and pulled them off, along with her jeans, panties and socks.
When she lay naked in the starlight, he feasted his gaze on her beautiful body, taut muscles and feminine curves.
“You are the stuff dreams are made of,” he whispered and leaned over her to kiss her senseless.
Her legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs and slid upward to encircle his waist, bringing his cock to nudge against her entrance.
He broke the kiss. “Wait.”
Reaching over her shoulder, he opened the drawer in the nightstand and dug through electric cords, tissues packets and, finally, came up with a single foil packet.
