Page 15 of Cross Point

She gasped as the pressure increased until it was too much to contain. When she finally exploded, her pussy clenched down hard on his pistoning shaft.

“Oh god, oh god…” she chanted as she shook with the pulsing waves of her climax.

Jackson watched her face as the ecstasy tore through her. He had never seen anything more beautiful, and that was enough to send him spiraling toward his own release. He thrust once, twice more, then buried his face into the crook of her neck. He bit down on her shoulder to muffle his loud groan, hips jerking as he spilled himself inside her.

A door opening in the alley had Trinity reaching for her gun. She held it down out of sight as she saw Elodie come into view, highlighted by the lights from inside the shop.

Jackson let out a vicious curse as the light spilled out, exposing where they’d been concealed in the dark alley. Elodie’s mouth fell open as she stood frozen in the doorway with a bag of garbage in her hand.

“Oh, shit! Sorry…I, umm, I’ll just…later.” She spun around and slammed the door shut, once again leaving them hidden in the shadows.

Trinity couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing at the horrified look on Jackson’s face.

“You think this is funny?” he asked, incredulously.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Jesus, Jackson. Don’t worry. The jeans on my ankle were covering your ass if you’re worried she saw anything.” She sobered as she realized that he really was angry.

“That doesn’t change the fact that she knows what we were doing. That’s my goddamn boss’s niece. How the hell am I going to explain this? I’m a cop, for Christ’s sake. I have a reputation to protect, and you’re—”

“You’re going to want to be very careful finishing that sentence,” she warned softly.

She lowered her legs from around his waist so she was once again standing on her own two feet. She pushed him back a step so his semi-hard cock slid from her pussy, followed by a trail of his cum.

“Who I am is the woman who has your cum dripping down her leg.”

“Jesus, Katrina.”

“What? You can do it, but can’t talk about it?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He paused. “Aren’t you worried she saw us?”

“Actually, no I wasn’t. Not until you freaked out, that is.”

“I didn’t freak,” he snapped as he pulled his jeans back up and buttoned them.

He sounded insulted, but that was too damn bad.

She was insulted, too.

Trinity reached down and pulled her panties and jeans back up her legs. She slid her shoe back on as she fastened her jeans. Silently, she picked her gun up off the bin and slid it back into place in the waistband at the small of her back. Disappointment flooded her. He had just taken a very erotic experience and left her feeling cold and slightly regretful.

That in itself would have been enough to piss her off, but the pang of hurt he had also caused was something she had never experienced before. Since she didn’t know what to do with the feelings careening inside of her, she chose to retreat until she could get a better handle on her emotions.

Finally, she looked at him, her face void of expression. “Obviously, this was a mistake.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Jackson rubbed a hand over his head. “Look, I’m sorry. This isn’t the way I wanted this to go.”

“Clearly. You started this. You pulled me back here, so if your virginal sensibilities are all atwitter now, get over it.”

“Katrina, you are taking everything I say the wrong way.”

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