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“I don’t care. They’ll remind me of this.”

Before she finished speaking, his capable fingers had already loosened the waistband of her jeans and were skimming to her belly.

“Let me in. Spread your legs,” he ordered, pushing her jeans past her hips.

Heart racing and quivering with desire, she dropped her forehead onto his chest, then widened her stance. She was a live wire. Fire raced through her as she panted with need. Responding to his advancing touch, her nipples puckered under her bra.

“This?” Pinching her clit, he rubbed it around, stimulating the surrounding flesh. She had to dig her fingernails into his shoulders because her entire body shook. She had no voice. It was gone. Her mind couldn’t think or articulate a single idea except to roll with the wave of Cutter’s making.

Taking the stimulus one step further, he slipped his fingers to her sheath. Pressing the heel of his hand against her clit, he invaded her core, and the climax took her. Cutter’s strong arm secured her while she writhed, trembled, and jerked until the last spasm was spent.

Removing his hand, he kissed her head. “Okay?”

“Wow. Yes. That was…”

“Intense.” He licked his fingers.

She frowned. “That doesn’t help.”

“Why?”

“Do you know how hot you make me when I see you lick my juices like that?”

“Had no idea.” He chuckled. “But it’s good to know,” he said, lifting and buttoning her jeans, then smoothing and moving back fallen hair from her forehead. “You’re a little messy, kitten. Let’s fix you up.”

As luck would have it, as Cutter spoke, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll take care of the captain. Go. Fix yourself in the bathroom.”

“Thanks, Daddy. Be right back.”

Chiding herself for indulging her impulses, Emily rushed to the bathroom. Giggling at her wild behavior, she rinsed and wiped her face dry. With trembling hands, she ran a brush through her almost-dry hair. She allowed herself a minute to stare at her reflection.

I don’t know you. Where did you come from?

Her cheeks were still flushed, and her blue eyes seemed sparkly to her. She blinked. The sparkle was still there. This was no light trick or weird effect. She was looking at real happiness on her face. Cutter made her feel happier, more cared for and loved than she’d ever been in her life. And if that meant being a little wild and living on the edge, so be it.

When she came out, Captain Weaver and Cutter were engaged in small talk. Both stood when she entered the room. She waved them down. “Please, sit.”

As she moved toward an armchair, Cutter remained standing. “Can I bring anyone something to drink? Coffee, tea? What would you like, sir?” He spoke to Captain Weaver with the familiarity of someone at home.Yikes.That was a bit of a giveaway.

“I’m fine for now,” the captain replied. “However, we’re not in the station. Call me James.”

“James it is,” Cutter said and turned to Emily. “Anything for you, kitten?”

Whoops.If their romantic situation wasn’t obvious before, the endearment let the cat out of the bag, no pun intended. James Weaver’s salt-and-pepper eyebrows shot up. Cutter went on as if nothing weird had been said. Good for him.

Emily waved her hand instead of saying no. She didn’t trust herself to respond. The term Daddy might escape her lips without thinking.

The captain was a cool customer who kept his reactions to a minimum. Dropping his elbows to his knees, he leaned forward and went straight into the matter.

“Well, I’m here, Mayhew. Why did I leave my house before the Sunday game was over?”

“Forgive me, Captain, and please apologize to Mrs. Weaver. The information is sensitive and urgent, and my apartment is safe. There are no unwanted listeners here. Cutter’s been involved in both situations I told you about on the phone.” She gestured toward Cutter. “It’s best you get the details directly from him. The Spawn are helping the girl from the prostitution ring. She can’t hide much longer.”

“Let’s hear it, Cutter. I understand you prefer to be called by your biker nickname.”

“That’s correct.” Cutter returned to his chair. “I was within earshot when Diesel and JT discussed the next shipment.”

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