Page 14 of Twisted Surrender


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A guy my age should gloat about bagging a younger chick. I don’t talk like that to my friends, though.

Besides, bragging isn’t my thing.

And I definitely wouldn’t demean Daisy that way.

She means more than just a one-night stand.

Sitting up, I swing my legs to the floor and cradle my head in my hands. I can’t think that way. I can’t think of having more with Daisy. It’s wrong. What would people say? What would Angelina say? Or, worse, the station.

Did I take advantage of her last night? We were drinking. She was in my house. Jesus, I’m a cop. I know better than this.

Checking the clock, I take a quick shower and get myself ready for work.

The short ride from my house to the station has me battling with myself.

It was one night.

But you want more.

She’s so young.

But she was into you.

She was the best fuck I’ve ever had.

And I want more.

Entering the station, it’s quiet this morning. I grab a cup of coffee and head to my office. While walking past her desk, even though she's not there yet, I swear I can smell her. I can still feel her wrapped around me. I hated showering her scent off of me this morning. A shiver runs through me and I shut the door to my office. Taking the seat behind my desk, thoughts of Daisy consume me.

“This is bad, Vincent. Get it together. Damn, a bit of good pussy and you’re whipped already.”

Shaking my head, I fire up the computer and begin checking emails. I see movement through the window as my officers filter in for the work day.

I’m trying to concentrate on the reports in front of me. There’s not much intel yet about these gangs associated with the home invasions, but it’s extremely unsettling. Over the years, we've had a few small hits here and there, but I've learned to never underestimate the silence between events and the desperation of a criminal.

Speaking of desperation, my thoughts keep drifting back to last night. I’m searching for any and every moment that reminds me of her.

The way she kept calling me Chief Hunter had me envisioning all new scenarios with her. I’m a take-charge guy. It’s my personality as I quickly became Chief of Police here in town. I like to be in control. Ihaveto be in control and I want to take care of those under me. I’m a born leader. I take initiative and anything I need or want, I get. Her calling out my title and surname only increased the power I already feel. She was bowing to me, yet holding her ownwithme. It was an incredible push and pull that we fell into naturally.

I got a taste of her and realized I’ve been starving for years. I’ve never needed a woman like I feel I need her right now. That sense of an absolute ‘I have to have her’ washed over me the minute she walked in for the interview. Daisy carries herself in such a way that it enticed me instantly.

And scared me.

I’ve denied myself Daisy for a month. And when she showed up in my house last night, my willpower ran out the front door the minute she walked through it.

The feeling that shot through me when she sucked my finger was the same feeling she got when I sucked her toe. I don’t know if she’s ready for what I’m going to bring her. But I want to give her more. I have to give her more.

“What the fuck is that on your face?”

Jumping in my chair, I slam my hand down on the desk. ”You don’t fucking knock?” I yell out at Cash as he stands there with a stupid grin on his face.

“I knocked. Three times.” He’s still got that grin that makes me want to fire him on the spot.

“Can I help you with something?” I bite out the words and stare him down, trying to be intimidating. There’s no intimidating Cash, though. This guy moves through his day as if it’s always sunny in Texas.

I know better, though.

“I came to tell you that your favorite Casanova has anger issues and you need to look into it.” He raises a brow, crosses his arms and leans against the doorjamb. “But I’d much rather discuss that smile on your face and twinkle in your eye.” I roll my eyes as Cash steps into the room, closing the door behind him. He comes to the front of my desk and leans on it with his hands, studying me and then bursts into a laugh. “You got laid!” He slaps the desk and stands at his full height. “Damn, Chief! It’s about time! Who is she? Tell me all the details!”

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