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Lock frowned.
“Maybe…” He shrugged. “I vaguely remember seeing a man up there looking over, but other than that, I don’t recall seeing anyone.”
Detective Sage sighed and leaned back in her chair, throwing her arms behind her head.
“I don’t think, at this stage, there’s really anything I can do,” she admitted. “Other than running prints and holding on to everything. If we do get a hit on the prints, and he happens to be in the system, we can charge him for sexual harassment. But really, there’s not much more I can do but that. It’s sick. It’s gross. But yeah…my hands are tied.”
Lock grunted.
“Figured that,” he said. “Just thought it was majorly fucked up that I was getting them.”
“Hopefully you don’t get anymore,” she admitted. “And if he does, he steps over a boundary that I can actually do something about it.”
Lock stood up and offered Detective Sage his hand, then I did the same.
Downy followed suit and then we were all out the door and headed back to the parking lot.
“Between the shit with your mom and this shit, I’m starting to become very concerned about the world that we’re living in,” Downy muttered darkly as he came to a stop beside his police cruiser.
Lock grunted an affirmative.
“Tomorrow,” he said. “I’m so fuckin’ ready to get this shit over with.”
“I’m coming,” I said. “To show support.”
Downy flashed me a grin.
“She’d like that.” He paused. “But it’s not necessary. And it’s in the middle of the day, and she’ll need you to open her pride and joy.”
I deflated. “You’re right.”
“But thank you for thinking of her,” Downy said. “I don’t think we’re going to need any extra support, though. Kid’s not getting shit, and from what our lawyer has told us, we’re going to get there, and the judge is likely going to be pissed that the kid is even wasting his time.”
God, I hoped so.
***
Later that night, I was making love to Lock, slowly.
His cock was inside of me, and I was riding him, up and down, all the while with my forehead resting on his.
His hands were clenched on my hips, and our breaths were intermingling as I rode him.
“I’m close,” he breathed, his breath fanning against my wet mouth.
I leaned down and bit his lip.
“Me, too,” I whispered against them.
“You better hurry then,” he said. “Or slow down.”
“If l slow down, I’ll lose it,” I told him bluntly.
He scoffed and pushed me up, forcing me to sit up so that he could reach my clit.
The angle changed, becoming deeper, starting to put the orgasm I’d been building toward further and further back. But then he touched my clit, and it was right backthere, hovering at the surface.
Things went fast after that.
