Page 206 of Hot Cops

He rose from the table slowly. “Thank you for letting me join your group this evening, ladies. I had a lot of fun.”

The women said their goodbyes, but he felt their gazes piercing his back as he followed Stephanie down a hallway toward some stairs.

They walked to the second floor without speaking. Once they hit the upper landing, he broke the silence. “If you’re dragging me up here to murder me, you just left a shitload of witnesses down there. Better make sure you hide the body good.”

She turned to look at him, and he was surprised to see humor in her eyes. He’d thought she was pissed off. “We rent both floors of the building. Jordan keeps an office up here to handle accounts, and we store stuff in the other rooms.”

She opened a door and took him inside one of the storage rooms. There were boxes lining three of the walls, while a couple of broken bar stools lay in the middle of the floor. Once he crossed the threshold, she shut the door and locked it. Grabbing him by the shirt, she pushed him against the nearest wall and kissed him.

As far as reactions went, he wouldn’t have seen this one coming from a mile away. Not that he was complaining. He let her direct their kiss, her fingers gripping his hair, holding his face to hers.

She forced his mouth open, her tongue driving in fast and hard. Jarod followed her lead, trying to separate his mind from his body long enough to figure out what the hell was going on. He’d purposely goaded her downstairs, thinking an argument would drag her out of her imperturbable mindset long enough for him to see what he was up against.

She was too closed off, too in control, and he needed to shatter some of that composure. He was tired of feeling like he’d been ridden hard and put away wet whenever he was with her, only to discover her still cruising along, cool as a cucumber.

He placed his hands on her hips, intent on pushing her away, but she read his touch as an invitation and moved closer, pressing her lower body against his. At that point, his cock stopped giving a shit about anything except relief.

He grasped the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, his fingers immediately tackling the clasp of her bra. She mimicked his motions, pulling his shirt off and dragging her fingers along his chest.

As he worked on releasing the button and zipper on her jeans, he pulled away from her continued kiss. “Is there a meaning to this that I’m missing?”

She didn’t look up as she attacked the fastening on his pants, shoving them and his boxers down in one fluid movement. “A deeper meaning than I’m horny?”

“I thought you’d be pissed off at me.”

She shook her head, dropping to her knees in front of him. His head flew back, striking the wall hard when she wrapped her hand around his erection. “Angry? Horny? What’s the difference? They both make me hot.”

He tried to offer some witty reply, but the words turned into a groan when she engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth.

“Jesus,” he muttered. Her mouth was a warm, wet cave—paradise. She took him to the back of her throat on the third stroke and he gritted his teeth. While the idea of coming in her mouth was enticing, he knew it wouldn’t be enough. He wrapped his fingers in her hair as she moved along his rigid flesh faster. She sucked harder, and he couldn’t repress the shiver that rumbled through his body.

When he realized time was running out and his climax was imminent, he pushed her head away.

She released his cock with a pop and a complaint. “Hey!” She tried to reclaim her hold on him, but he was finished playing this game by her rules. He reached for her upper arms, pulling her to a standing position.

“Dammit, Jarod. I wasn’t finished.”

He unfastened her pants, shoving them and her panties to her ankles. “Kick off your pants and shoes. I’m going to fuck you.” The words were harsher than he intended, but his body was flying this plane. Finesse wasn’t going to be an option.

She hastily shed the rest of her clothes as he reached down for his wallet. Pulling out a condom, he covered his cock as he shoved off his own jeans. Switching positions, he pressed her against the wall that had previously been at his back.

“Wrap your legs around my waist and hold on.”

Putting her arms around his shoulders, she allowed him to lift her, watching as he placed his cock at the opening to her pussy and pressed in. She was soaking wet and more than ready for his possession.

He thrust in hard, relishing her gasp, her moans.

Conversation between them disintegrated into a series of curses, demands and groans.

“Fuck yeah. Just like that, baby,” he said when she arched her back slightly, allowing him to go deeper.

“Harder,” she cried, groaning when he increased the force of his blows.

“God damn,” he said through gritted teeth, pushing her legs down.

She snarled when he pulled out. “Not stopping again.”

“Turn around. I want to fuck you from behind.”

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