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Her chest is heaving – probably from her agitation at my questioning her when she doesn’t want to give a straight answer – but my dick is getting other ideas, twitching at the sight as my eyes drop to her chest, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.
A sharp intake of breath has my gaze moving back up to her mouth.
“You’re seriously not going to tell me?” I ask, my voice low, disappointment seeping through me.
“I’m seriously not going to tell you. It’s none of your business,” she snaps back.
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
Fine. Fuck it. Not fine. Reaching for Thelma, my hands cup her chin. She is still glaring as she steps up against me, her hands landing on my waist as she tips her head back, her pupils dilating and her lips parting. Shit.
My mouth crashes down on her, kissing her hard. With a moan, Thelma’s tongue clashes with mine, warring for dominance. I need to fuck her. Right now. I’ve been sexually frustrated since our session earlier. I’m not used to not fucking Thelma at the gym.
I tug the hem of her dress, bunching it around her waist, my hand slipping down her panties, my fingers parting her folds and spearing into her. Shit. She’s so wet for me. Either she gets off arguing, or she’s been as frustrated as I have been about not having sex at Dynamo.
I don’t want to think about which one it is, spinning her as my fingers probe and helping her sit on the built-in desk running the length of the small, rectangular room.
“Don’t mess up my files,” Thelma gasps against my mouth.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I mutter back, removing my fingers from her pussy. Thelma whimpers at the action. I knew she wanted this.
Stripping off her panties, I unzip my jeans, lift my dick out, position it, and slide into her. A groan rips out of me. Damn, she feels so good. Cupping her jaw with my hand, I keep kissing her, enjoying the hell out of the way her tongue is still clashing with mine as her fingers scrabble at my shoulders.
I start pumping with hard, punishing thrusts. With a moan, Thelma sucks on my tongue. Fucking hell. My hand moves from her jaw, anchoring at the back of her head, while my other hand braces on the wall behind the desk so I can keep pumping.
Thelma wraps her legs around my waist, smacking her calf against my ass to spur me on. I don’t need another hint. I keep up the punishing pace, still kissing her until she comes with a small scream, which I swallow. That’s fucking right.
Breaking the kiss, I press my forehead against hers, staring into her eyes, our harsh breaths mingling as I slam into her, coming with a groan.
Sitting back on the desk, Thelma sucks in a deep breath, her hand moving between our legs as I withdraw. Fuck.
“Shit. No condom,” I curse, my heart hammering in my chest. Of all the stupid things I could have done.
“I’m on birth control,” she mutters, pressing her thighs together. Well, thank fuck for that. “I’m not having unprotected sex with anyone else.”
My teeth snap together. She didn’t say she wasn’t havinganysex with anyone else.
“Neither am I,” I grit out. Thelma nods, chewing her lower lip. I open my mouth to ask her who the fuck Quinn is again when she beats me to it.
“I think maybe you should leave. I have plans tonight.”
My heart sinks in my chest. Quinn’s suit. Shit. And she’s still going after we fucked raw? That’s cold. My lips press into a thin line as I tuck my dick away, zipping my fly and turning on my heel, snatching the door open, and storming out.
As I pass through the living room, my eyes meet Quinn’s, where he’s still seated on the sectional couch. The fucker smirks at me like he knows what Thelma and I did in the office, and the idea amuses him. Weird prick. Storming out, I slam the front door behind me. It doesn’t accomplish anything, and it doesn’t make me feel any better.
THELMA
Grady’s hand hovers at my back as he shadows me into the police precinct, his eyes darting everywhere. We step inside, and Grady flashes some ID, letting them pat him down and take the gun from under his suit jacket.
I had no idea that was even there! Has he had it the whole time? Where was it when we were at Dynamo Fitness?
Satisfied they have all Grady’s weapons, a uniformed officer leads us to the captain’s office.
“Ms. Rampwood, thank you for coming in.” He shakes my hand, offering Grady a stiff nod as he gestures for us to take a seat. I sink into the offered chair, but Grady remains standing near the door, his eyes alert and his posture stiff. I don’t think Grady Quinn likes police very much. That’s interesting.
“How is the investigation proceeding?” Grady asks before the captain or I can speak. He doesn’t sound happy for some reason. With a sigh, the captain looks at him, taking a seat behind his desk.
