Page 108 of Hot Cops

Her fingers lightly grazed his dick before he gripped her wrist, holding her hand away. “Sunnie, if you touch me…”

He didn’t finish his comment, didn’t need to.

They were so far over the line, they were in another state right now.

But she’d never been accused of being too bright, and this was no exception. She shook off his grip, running her hand over his cock. He sucked in a hard breath.

His loose-fitting pants made it easy for her to cup his hard length.

Twenty years of friendship and she’d had no idea Landon was…so well-endowed.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

“You have to let go, Sunnie, or this isn’t going to end the way you want,” he said, kissing the side of her neck. His breath was hot, he was rock-hard, and she’d never been more turned on in her life.

“I…can’t.”

“Dammit,” he murmured. He pulled her hand away, lifting it and the other next to her head, pressing them against the locker.“One of these days, you’re going to have to learn self-control.”

She grinned, the return of his normal Landon voice, exasperated with her, easing the tension.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, grateful for his strength in the face of whatever the fuck this was. “God, I’m sorry. I keep going too far.”

He kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry too.”

She tilted her head, smiled. “It’s okay—” she started.

“No. Not for that. I’m sorry for this.”

He lifted her skirt and ran his hand down the front of her panties, damp with her arousal.

“Landon,” she gasped, as he dropped to his knees in front of her, reaching for the elastic and tugging her panties down. He pulled them over her sneakers, then lifted one leg, pulling her knee over his shoulder.

“Oh my God!” she called out when he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked hard. Sunnie’s hands flew to his head, her fingers gripping his hair. His beard tickled her inner thighs. “Please,” she whispered. “More.”

He gave her what she wanted, thrusting two fingers inside her as he nipped at her clit.

Sunnie’s heart pounded, her body racing toward the quickest orgasm of her life. Landon had gotten her ninety percent of the way with just his words and his possessive kisses.

He pressed a third finger in—and she came loudly, quivering from head to toe.

Landon leaned back, his ass resting on his heels as he looked up, as surprised as she was by her almost-immediate climax.

She was still reeling, still trying to pull herself back to reality, when he stood up.

“We’re going back to my place,” he announced. Again with the heavy-handed proclamations.

“Okay,” she agreed.

She was a fool.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Landon pushedher against the closed door of his apartment and kissed her.

Sunnie’s hands wrapped around his neck, her breasts pressed tight against his chest.

If he’d been capable of reason, of thinking, Landon wouldn’t be here. That much he knew.

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