Page 61 of Cat and Mouse

He wraps his right hand on my neck and gently squeezes. My head goes light.

My breasts bounce with his motion.

My pussy squeezes around him as he roughly thrusts into me.

His hand comes between us, slapping my clit twice in quick succession, wrenching my orgasm out of me. It triggers his own, and he collapses on top of me a few minutes later.

I've barely caught my breath, but I'm already contemplating making a plan to see him again.

This can't be good.

I'm lying in bed, basking in the afterglow as Leo gently rubs soothing circles on my back. The warmth of his touch lulls me into a sense of peace and contentment, and I'm reluctant to move. The world outside can wait.

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I wake up to an empty bed, the sheets still warm from his body. For a second, panic flares in my chest. Where the hell did he go? But then I catch a whiff of his scent lingering in the sheets—cologne mixed with something distinctly him—and I relax, if only a little.

Then I see it: a folded piece of paper on the bed. I grab it, unfolding it carefully, half expecting it to be some kind of goodbye. Instead, it's a note with his number scrawled in messy handwriting.

Call me when you want. Call me when you need me. Call me even if you don't, it says.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. A mix of relief and something else bubbles up inside me. I stretch, feeling the tension in my muscles from the weeks'… activities. God, they were incredible.

Before I can fully sink back into those memories, my phone rings. It's Captain Harris.

"Liz, you there?" His voice cuts through my bliss like a knife.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"You'll have to go with Matteo and Mike to ambush Herrera's place. We've got a lead."

"Are you kidding me? I haven't even—"

"No time for that. Get ready."

I hang up, irritation flashing through me. Guess it won't be that easy to come back from a break.

I throw on some clothes, not bothering with anything fancy, just jeans and a shirt.

When I get to the station, Matteo and Mike are already waiting for me, their expressions serious.

"You good?" Mike asks, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah, let's just get this over with."

The drive to Jose Herrera's house is tense. My mind drifts back to Leo and that goddamn note. I should probably be worried about that, but it's hard to focus with the adrenaline kicking in.

We arrive at the house, and it looks empty.

"This doesn't feel right," Matteo mutters, scanning the area.

"Let's check it out," I say, trying to sound braver than I feel.

We step inside, guns drawn, but the place is eerily quiet. Suddenly, the door slams behind us, and I whip around just in time to see a group of men storm in, guns raised.

"Shit!" I shout, diving into the next room, but it's too late. Gunfire erupts, and I feel a sharp pain in my leg. I scream, the sound ripping from my throat as I crumple to the floor.

"Liz!" I hear Matteo yell, but the world around me starts to blur. I'm barely aware of the chaos around me as I clutch my leg, blood seeping through my fingers.

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