Page 54 of No Sweet Goodbyes

“I hope you’re ready because I can’t wait.”

“Now,” I order breathlessly. “Just… now.”

Dom gives me what I want, thrusting into my body with one quick move that leaves me completely full and climaxing. To be fair, it isn’t just his dick that does the trick. He also has his palm pressed against my clit, adding to the pressure and sensations that he’s learned drive me crazy.

But as I scream with pleasure, nothing else matters except the fact that I’ve completely come apart with one thrust.

When I finally have the strength to open my eyes, Dom’s feral smile is the first thing I see.

“My turn.”

He pulls out of my body and turns me over so that I’m on my stomach, and he pulls a pillow from the edge of the bed.

Knowing what he wants, I lift up, and he puts it under my stomach, offering the leverage and angle that we both need.

“Perfect.” He slides a hand over my back, and then he is thrusting inside me again.

Deeper and faster than he had before.

Like I knew he would, Dom gives me everything I want and all the things I need but can’t put a word to.

When his hands clench my hips, for a moment I see white. He hits a spot inside my body that I didn’t know existed, and suddenly I’m not in my body anymore.

I see him there, moving with my body until there is nothing else. Only the connection between us, and I can’t think of anything except the sensation of his body filling mine.

“That was the best kind of cardio.” I kiss him again and then roll over so that I can get out of bed and jump in the shower.

“Emma, I have to tell you something.”

Before I can ask him what, both of our phones start ringing.

“It can wait,” Dom says hurriedly while he answers his phone, and all sorts of chaos breaks out.

Ten minutes later we both walk into the police department, and I rush to the locker room to change into my uniform. All thoughts of what Dom and I had been doing before the call vanish with the sight of every single officer that works in Birch rushing around.

“What do you think happened?” I ask Amie when the door to the women’s locker room shuts behind me. She must have come back from her vacation early, since I hadn’t expected to see her at work again before I go to the academy.

“I got the same call you did,” is all she says as she shrugs into her Kevlar vest. “Thank you for coming to cover dispatch with Poppy, though.” She smiles at me while I pull on my BPD shirt. “I know it’s like throwing you into the deep end.”

“It’s nothing,” I tell her honestly. “This is gonna be my life, and I’m ready for it.”

Amie walks out after one more smile, leaving me to put on my shoes and rush to the dispatch room.

“Grab that station,” Poppy orders. “It’s going crazy.”

“What happened?” I log into the computer and take advantage of the brief lack of the phone ringing.

“One of the pest management businesses caught fire, and they’re having trouble containing it. It’s all hands on deck, and we’ve got multiple other cities offering fire support.”

For the next three hours, we work side by side and answer every single call that comes in. I help a panicked mother get to the hospital after she finds out her husband has been injured in the fire.

“Thank you so much,” she gushes, then hangs up the call.

But there’s no time to rest as I pick up call after call of non-emergent needs, clearing the lines so that our guys can breathe and handle what needs to be done. For over an hour, we don’t stop. The lines keep ringing, and there’s barely time to catch my breath, let alone get up to use the bathroom.

This. This is what I wanted to do.

What I need to do with my life.

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