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“Mmm,” I hum around him, finally giving in to the need to touch myself. My thighs part and I reach between my legs, running two fingers over my already slick clit.

“Oh, fuck. If you keep doing that Autumn, this isn’t going to last long.”

My shoulders straighten with pride as he leaks more precum, tongue lapping at him as I rub at the aching bud between my legs. When I look up at him with tears in my eyes, his mouth is open, eyes glued to my every move. I drag my tongue up the base of his shaft, following the thick vein that runs up his cock, and suck the tip with a pop. He groans and fists my hair loosely, guiding the angle and rhythm so I can focus on the pleasure pulsing through my body.

With a muffled whine, my eyes close, fingers working furiously at my clit. I’ve never come while sucking a guy off before, but there’s something about this—about getting on my knees for Chris and seeing just how undone he becomes—that sends me over the edge.

The orgasm rolls through me and I suck hard, pulling back and moaning around Chris’s cock as his hips rock into me. I tighten the grip around the base and feel a throb as he comes, a salty rope of semen coating my mouth while I ride my fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chris moans over me, hips stuttering to shallow thrusts. I pull back, panting, cum running from the corner of my mouth.

Chris wipes it away as he gazes down at me. His cock is still throbbing, dark and glistening with my spit.

Carefully, he helps me up from my shaky knees. His arm wraps around my waist as he leans us back, my back to the cool wall and warm water coursing down his shoulders and arms to run over my lower body.

He buries his face in my neck.

As we catch our breath under the water, the feel of his hair tickling my neck freezes me with realization.

What if this is more for him?

What if I’ve played my part too well, and Chris’s focus is entirely on me now.

What if he’s falling for me.

Chapter 16

Chris

A secret like this is a strange thing to keep.

Every day, I drive us in to work. Late, usually, or very early—so no one sees Autumn slip out of my car. So no one sees the way I stare after her, half in love.

But it’s a secret we have to keep. It’s good that we haven’t touched each other since Sunday. Monday and Tuesday would’ve been bad enough with her fingerprints still littering my body, reminding me of the things she’s done to me, the way she makes my world implode.

Her lips wrapped around me, fingers digging in to my muscles, the way her eyes watered as she looked up at me.

It wouldn’t look good if anyone at the firm knew that Autumn is living with me. Already I can hear Grant’s voice in my head, warning me and tsk-tsking.

But what else was I supposed to do? She has no family, at least no one she’s mentioned. Only her roommate, whom she doesn’t want caught up in this.

I can’t just leave her.

“What do you think?”

The robotic buzz of the line draws me back to my office. I blink back to reality. Shit. I really should’ve been listening. This DA is not someone I want to annoy.

“Sorry, Cheryl, can you say that one more time? You cut out.”

A white lie. It won’t hurt anyone, but it highlights the bigger falsehood in the room. Cheryl Moran has been a DA in southern Connecticut for over a decade now, and we have a good working relationship. I don’t need her to start doubting my dedication. Like Grant, she’s an invaluable resource and sounding board.

“I said, I think you need to dig harder with McCarty’s ex-wife.” Cheryl’s voice has a cutting edge to it; she knows I wasn’t paying attention. “There’s a reason marriages end, and I’m guessing it has something to do with his preferences in the bedroom. If you can get her to talk about what his kinks are…”

My gut roils in protest. The last thing I want to get into is what kind of things Reid McCarty asked of his ex-wife in the bedroom. But Cheryl’s right—it might be a way in.

“Alright. I’ll have the detective take another go at her, maybe tomorrow or Friday if our schedules line up. Sorry Cheryl. I’ve got a lot on my plate right now.”

She sounds amused and curious when she answers. “Haven’t you always, Chris? What’s changed? You seem stressed.”

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