Page 32 of Miki

“You taste as good as I remembered,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her cheek before I returned to devour her lips again.

My cock jerked, and I really wanted to continue what we were doing, but I knew I couldn’t. No matter how wonderful she tasted or how great she made me feel, or how well she responded to me, I needed to stop. I’d already taken things too far. They couldn’t go any further. She was a police officer. An enemy to the Bratva and I needed to remember that.

Sighing, I reluctantly set her back on her feet, but held her close and kissed the top of her head. Not quite willing to let her go just yet.

“We need to talk,” I mumbled into her hair.

She stiffened.

“Eh, not sure that we do,” she stated.

“Yes, Eilidh, we do,” I said firmly.

“You’ve been looking into Aiden Mathieson, and I want to know why and what you have found out.”

“Uh uh,” she said, shaking her head.

“I don’t even know who you are or what you look like, and I won’t be telling you anything unless you plan on divulging why you are digging into Mathieson. If you want information from me, you’ll need to trade me for it,” she stated, lifting her chin and glaring at me in defiance.

My Little Miss Red was fiery, just like her hair. Her defiance was as much of a turn on as her responsiveness and I didn’t know whether I should kiss her or spank her.

However, I’d expected she’d want something in return, and I was prepared to give her some information.

“Okay.”

“You will?” she asked. She obviously hadn’t expected me to agree.

I nodded, then unable to help myself, I picked her up again and strode into the living room.

Turning on the small lamp beside the sofa, I sat down with her on my lap.

Of course, Eilidh didn’t need to sit on my lap to discuss our information, but I wanted her there and so I indulged myself. Soon our time together would be over, and we’d never see one another again, but for now I wanted her close.

“Let me go!” she said, squirming to get off.

“Not going to happen.” I shook my head, wondering what the hell I was thinking, keeping her there as she wiggled her sexy little bum on my crotch.

My cock was as hard as a rock, throbbing angrily with need and all her wriggling was only adding to the torture. Yet, I loved every second. So, she was staying right where she was. Who knew I was a masochist?

“Sit still, and we will talk about Mathieson, or keep squirming and I will take it as an invitation to take our kiss further and ravish you,” I told her.

She froze, and I suddenly realised what the heck I’d just said. Damn it! This needed to stop.

She’s the enemy! I reminded myself.

It didn’t matter. Neither my cock nor my heart were convinced.

“You are bloody annoying,” she said, huffing out a breath in frustration, but she settled against my chest and my heart clenched at how good it felt to have her in my arms. I closed my eyes for a brief second to savour the forbidden sensation.

My body was hyper aware of hers. Every rise and fall of her chest, every beat of her heart, the warmth of her bottom against my groin, her smell, the tickle of her hair against my chin, all of it felt like heaven. God, how I wished we could have more than just these few moments.

“Okay, talk,” she said, her voice pulling me from my thoughts.

She was right. It was time to get back to the reason I was here.

Sitting up a little straighter, she looked at me. I was about to speak, but she licked her lips, distracting me. I stared, mesmerised and unable to form a coherent sentence. Hell, I wanted those lips on me again, everywhere, on my mouth, on my body, wrapped around my cock.

My mind assaulted me with images of her on her knees sucking me off. I groaned at the thought, my cock jerking at the image and leaking a little pre cum. Oh hell!

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