Page 4 of Sexy Killer

The kiss is slow, like we're getting familiar with each other all over again. She lets my tongue part her lips to slide in her mouth. Soft meets firm as I close my eyes, remembering every shiver of lust Chelsea ignites inside of me. However, the sound of a car door slamming forces me to end the kiss and pull away from her with a heavy sigh.

Her eyes hold a seductive stare as she says, "I think I'm ready to go down memory lane, Vic. Let's go to your place."

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CHELSEA

Victor's mouth has a way of making me want the life I walked away from nearly five years ago. When we get to his house, it's like we never split. It looks the same, with creaky hardwood floors and scents of leather and coffee buried into the off-white walls. The only noticeable difference is the pictures of us that no longer hang in the hallway.

There's a stab of disappointment that he's not walking by photos of our past, yearning for us to reconnect. Victor locks the door and removes everything that makes him a police officer when he walks out of that door.

Victor heads into the kitchen, pulling glasses out of the cabinet. "Do you want something to drink? It's not the dinner you requested, but all I have right now is bourbon and water."

I chuckle to myself. "Sure, why not? Bourbon is fine by me. We can go out to eat next time."

The devilish smirk spreading across his face tells me exactly what he has in mind. He pours me a glass, hands it to me, and watches me take a sip. When he uses his thumb to catchthe smallest trickle on the corner of my mouth, I wrap my lips around his finger. His moans urge me to continue until Victor pulls his hand away to grab me by the neck and pull me in for a kiss.

The passion between us is always powerful and addictive. The end of our relationship devastated me in ways I never thought leaving someone could. I have no intention of living through that kind of hell again. Yet, I have to let this happen so Victor's none the wiser.

Our tongues swirl around one another as I pull my jacket off, letting it drop on the floor. As soon as I manage to unzip my jeans, Victor's free hand dives inside between my legs. My heart pounds incessantly against my chest while he slides his fingers between my moistening folds.

Whimpers of lust and anticipation escape my throat. A gasp at the moment he pushes inside of my walls breaks the kiss between us. I can feel his smile. Victor knows exactly what to do with me, with my body. Every inch of me remembers his touch.

My breaths are short, panting with the oncoming orgasm that Victor's coaxing out of my pussy with delicate strokes of his fingers. Just as I fall over that cliff of pleasure, he kisses me and fingers me faster. I reach up to grab the back of his hair to give him a hint of pain that he enjoys.

Victor sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. It’s as though he hates that I remember what he likes.

"Fuck. I've missed this." He leans his forehead against mine.

I don't want to talk. I don't want to stroll down the sentimental moments of our past. I just want to feel good after a shitty night.Instead of saying anything, I yank his hair, tipping his head back so I can suckle on his neck.

Victor moans, but he refuses to give up control. He snatches his head away from me with a cocky grin. In one swift move, Victor's strong hands grab me by the waist to hoist me onto the counter.

My fingers grip the edge as he slides my jeans off and spreads my legs. The firm tip of his tongue softens as he licks my clit. His mouth works in circles, kissing, suckling, and tasting my center. My core tightens as the pressure builds to another orgasm.

Pleasure ripples down my body with every swipe of Victor's tongue. The unstoppable sensations have my hips thrusting into his face, begging for relief. The release is so close my eyes widen, and my thighs clench against Victor's head. He snickers and grips them, pushing them apart until my climax explodes.

My voice fills the silent kitchen as I pant, moan, and tremble under the unrelenting sexual satisfaction. Victor takes pride in his masterful control of my body's reactions as he holds me in place to lure out one orgasm after the next.

Victor pulls his mouth away from my pussy, tenderly kissing my inner thigh. Seduction blankets his eyes as I pull him up for a kiss. Frantic tension to sate our desires increases with every swipe of our tongues. My hand feverishly pushes into his jeans to wrap around his thick cock that I can't believe I have to walk away from once again.

However, the sound of Victor's phone blaring brings our passion to a crashing halt.

"Don't answer that," I tell him.

Victor sighs, resting his forehead against mine. "I have to. It's one in the morning, and it's probably about one of my cases."

A low growl of frustration escapes him as he steps away to answer his phone. I hop off the counter and get dressed because the mood is sour. Work is one thing Victor will always put first and a stark reminder of why our relationship ended.

Victor's unaware of how loud he's speaking. He's even less aware that I can hear the person on the other end, but I hang back in the kitchen until he ends the call.

"I have to head back to work. One of the business owners got back to me with their security footage. I'm not going to strain my eyes trying to pull it up on my phone, and I don't want to wait. I'm sorry to start and not finish." The subtle seduction lingers behind his coy grin like a promise to pick up where we left off.

"Don't apologize to me. You're just doing your job." I stroke the side of his face.

He nods and looks up the stairs. "I'm going to hop in the shower before I head in. I can drop you off wherever you want when I get out. I'd take you with me, but it's late. I don't want you to come all the way to the precinct, and the footage ends up being useless."

"You can take me to my father's house. I'll wait for you," I tell him.

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