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I grunted like a brat and pushed my ass out for this man.Grinning, he stepped in behind me, the heat of his body against mine sending a bolt of lust straight to my cock.

Holy Christmas.

I tightened my grip on the sill.

“Let’s see if you did a decent job of cleaning up,” he rumbled in my ear.

Chapter Three

Rafferty

Ihad well and truly lost my fucking mind. This was a man who’d attacked me in court, but the way he fucking teased me, stretching his foreskin like that, playing with his pretty cock...by the time I’d walked out of the bathroom to retrieve the sewing supplies, I’d already decided.

As long as he was down, I was going to fuck him.

Because fuck this year. And fuck Christmas.

Or something.

Maybe I was a little drunker than I’d thought.

I was pretty sure fraternizing with him in this way would get my ass fired, and it said something important that I didn’t give one shit about my law enforcement career. I’d checked for Wi-Fi and cell service when I went for supplies and both were still down, so there was no one I could call or confess to.

During the trial, I never allowed myself to fully appreciate how sexy Jesse Travis was, but now, naked, pushing his ass out at me, it was a little harder to deny. I knelt behind him and spread his cheeks, then rumbled at the sight of his pink hole.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

I ran my tongue from his sack to the top of his ass crack, then back down again. The shouts and curses spilling from his lips made everything go hazy for me. Gripping the base of his cock, I used my free hand to again pull his ass cheek to the side.

Jesus, what a pretty fucking hole.

I made a direct attack on it, licking it, swirling my tongue around the bunched skin as this beautiful criminal shivered and moaned. Starting with gentle pokes, I increased the pressure until he let me inside, fucking him with my tongue while he banged on the windowsill and pushed his ass back against my face.

I squeezed his cock a little harder. A broken “yes” tumbled from his lips. I licked and speared him until he was practically sobbing, begging to come.

I stood and wrapped my arms around him, holding his trim body against mine.

“Do you want this cock inside of you?” I ground out, plucking his nipples.

“Uhn, please. Yes, please.”

“Good answer,” I said, then reached over for the Dopp kit, still squeezing a nipple as, one-handed, I removed a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.

I released him long enough to free up a condom, roll it down my length, and slick myself up. I returned my hand to his body, this time to his throat, gently resting it there as I pressed my lube-slicked fingers into the crease of his ass, searching out his hole to prepare it for my pleasure.

“This okay?” I asked, flexing my hand around his neck.

“God, yes.”

His gasping answer and obvious need stoked lust in the very root of my being, and I gave his throat a brief squeeze. Nothing to cut off the oxygen, just a tiny reminder of who the fuck was in charge. The answer to that was not me, of course. That honor belonged to libido, stress, and vodka.

“Good boy.”

He shuddered under the praise, and I pressed two fingers into his hole. He bucked, first pulling away, then pushing back toward me as he whimpered. I fucked him carefully, firmly crooking my fingers just so, stroking that perfect spot inside of him.

“So close,” he choked out. I dropped my hand from his throat and squeezed around the base of his cock again while adding a third finger to his hole.

He cursed up to the moon and stars, bucking against me, greedy for it in a way that made me proud. He was so responsive and seemed to love every sensation I had to offer him. By the time I had him nice and open for me, he was whining with anticipation. I released him and spread his cheeks, admiring my work before nudging the head of my cock up against the slightly stretched opening.

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