Page 13 of Good Girl and Grinches

Now is not the time.

Ruckus ruts his hips into the mattress while working her pussy with his mouth. He groans loudly. His pace falters. Did he just come? The shock of it gives me breathing room.

He slides fingers inside her pumping while he eats her out. Her back arches off the bed. A cry tears from her throat.

Are we really calling this quits after the club? I’d rather figure out how to navigate a relationship with her and progress our careers forward.

Her orgasm is exquisite, her body writhing, her face a picture of sheer bliss. I can’t look away, can’t think of anything but possessing her. Sabrina is what I want, what I need.

I don’t have to work. I choose to work. I could devote my life to pleasing her.

Our phones go off, pulling everyone from the protective cave. That ringtone and the fact that it broke through the Do Not Disturb function means the department has an urgent call, if not an emergency.

Am I worthy of a promotion if I make our Sabrina problem my priority? If we don’t have sex with her before we leave, she has the right to let Laz offer her to the next highest bidder.

No. Fucking. Way.

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Sabrina

Three phones ringing is enough to pull me from wherever it is your brain goes when given back-to-back orgasms. While the guys sort out that they have to leave town, I sit on the edge of the bed, sad that this will end too soon.

But my heart does a happy dance when they decide Flame will stay home with me. He can work on parts of the investigation that he can’t do on site.

“I hate this, but if we’re going to do this, we need to make it quick, Sabrina.” Ghost sets his phone down and shifts uncomfortably. It’s oddly reassuring that I’m not the only one struggling with the weight of this moment.

My gaze moves to the viewing window, scanning the crowd. No sign of Ty. Relief washes over me, but Ghost’s fingers gently guide my chin back to him. “Don’t look at them.” His voice is a low rumble. “Focus on us.”

He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. “I’m going to use my fingers first, get you close.” I tilt my head. He senses my confusion. “I have to make sure you come.”

I nod, and he strips from the waist down. No one told me to add a checkbox for simply seeing an erection in person. It takes my breath away and does a lot of other things to my body.

“Not fair.” I reach for the buttons on his shirt as he steps close, but he grabs my wrists.

I startle and yelp.

“Sorry.” Relaxing his grip, he eases my arms away from his abs.

The raised, mottled scars on the back of his hand snake into the cuff of his sleeve. How could I forget? He almost never goes without long sleeves. I’ve seen his scars, the ones on his arms. They’re part of him. But his reaction serves as a reminder of the mental scars, the ones that still hurt.

Shifting in his grip, I bring his hands to my lips and kiss. Looking up from under my lashes, I say, “I should have asked.”

His hardened expression eases and he faintly nods.

As much as I want skin on skin, I don’t press. I’m not sure how long it will be before he can add anything so revealing to a checklist. I gently ask, “How do you want to do this?”

He carries me to an oversized chair and straddles me over his lap. His calloused hands start at my shoulders, tracing a path down my arms until they rest on my thighs. He wraps one arm around me and pulls my body closer, robbing me of the glorious view of his erection standing in front of my sex. My breasts flatten against his broad chest, the thin fabric of my bra meeting his shirt.

Heat radiates from his body. His fingers wedge between us, teasing my sensitive spot. I clutch at his shoulders, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He’s right, this is quick, but it’s also effective.

I’m already close. My body tenses. All I have to do it let go, but I hold out. Ghost’s focused gaze never leaves mine. “That’s it, Sabrina,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “You ready?”

I nod.

Using the arm he wrapped around me, he lifts then settles me onto the tip of his cock. My lower lips spread around his strained head. I’m already stretching to accommodate him.

If only they hadn’t gotten a call, I’d beg him to drag this out like when they teased me yesterday. I don’t want this to end.

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