Page 44 of Another Girl Lost

She stood and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest. “Think I’m going to hurt you?”

He ran a finger along her cheek, neck, and down to her narrow waist. Her muscles were firm. “Like I said, cautious.”

“This isn’t an HR sting.” She unwrapped her hands, stepped back, and unfastened her blouse. The fabric fell open, bracketing a red lace bra cupping full breasts.

He clung to reason, but his grip was slipping.

She wriggled out of her skirt, leaving her wearing only red panties, the bra, and the blouse. “Getting undressed, or are you going to just stare?”

“I like looking at you.”

“There’s more to see, but you have to undress first.”

Dawson shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on a chair. He moved to the door, threw the dead bolt and security lock, and then dimmed the lights. He removed his weapon and put it in the top dresser drawer, along with his badge, handcuffs, and keys.

He closed the distance between them and rested his hands on her shoulders. Slowly, he traced her collarbone with his thumb and then pushed the folds of the blouse apart until it slid down her arms. She moistened her lips as his hand cupped her breast and squeezed. He suckled the taut swell. She hissed in a breath and arched into him.

“Tell me what you want,” she said.

“What’s that mean?”

“Tell me what you want, Detective Dawson. Name it.”

Was there a hidden camera? That would be his luck. But she was asking and consenting. And the more he looked at her, the more he wanted her.

He looked down at her body and skimmed a finger over the panties. What did he want? An old boss had warned him to always keep his dick out of the payroll. He’d stuck to that, and still it all went sideways. “Take your bra and panties off.”

She reached behind her and unfastened the bra, letting the straps fall down her arms. As she tossed it aside, she slid off the silk lace panties and let them fall until they ringed her ankles. She stepped out of them. “Now what?”

“Lie on the bed.”

“Okay.”

He watched as she slowly settled in the center of the bed. His erection throbbed, and it was all he could do not to climb on top and pound inside her. He removed his shirt, unfastened his belt buckle, and toed off his shoes. He fished a condom from his wallet and let his pants fall.

She piled the pillows against the headboard and leaned back. “What now?”

Naked, he climbed on the bed. His hands slid up her smooth legs. “Spread your legs.”

A smile flickered over her lips as she teased her nipples with her fingertips and then slowly opened her legs a little for him. “Like this?”

Her compliance was intoxicating. “Wider.”

She spread her legs wide and slid her manicured fingers over her belly. “Do you want me to touch myself?”

“Not yet.”

He wasn’t sure what kind of fantasy she was acting out, and it didn’t matter. She’d picked him as easily as the guy she’d swiped right for. This was a onetime thing, but he didn’t care.

He moved between her thighs, again stroking his fingers over her pale skin. Her gaze didn’t waver from his, and he was slightly nervous as he slid latex over his erection. He positioned himself at her moist opening.

“What do you want?” he asked.

She tilted her pelvis upward, pressing against his tip. “Do I have to say it?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck me.”

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