Page 207 of Hot Cops

“Yes,” she hissed.

He gripped her hips, pulling them back until she was bent over at the waist, her palms pressed flat against the wood.

“Hold on.” His words were as much for him as for her. He was too close to coming, and he suspected he only had a few more good thrusts inside him before he blew.

Stephanie glanced over her shoulder and gave him a wicked grin. “Make it good.”

He closed his eyes, lined up his cock and shoved in with all his might. Damn, he loved a dare. She met each of his thrusts, both of them racing toward the end together. Maybe one of these days they’d trade in their sprints for marathons. For right now, he just wanted…

He groaned as her pussy clenched around his cock, her orgasm triggering his own. They clung to each other, seeking physical support lest they both fall over.

He was still breathing heavily when she finally stirred. Christ, he liked to think he was in good shape, but she’d given him one hell of a workout.

She slowly straightened, using the wall for support in her efforts to resume an upright position. “Holy fuck,” she said, pressing her forehead against the wood.

He couldn’t have said it better. In her efforts to stand, she’d moved away from him. Jarod missed the physical connection, so he took a step closer, placing his palms on the wall and caging her in.

As his breathing slowed, his wits returned. “Do you want to tell me what that was all about?”

She didn’t respond immediately, and he wished she’d turned around, needing to see her face, read her expressions. He felt like he spent too much time flying blind with her.

Finally, she turned to face him, and he knew he wasn’t going to like what was coming next. “I was trying to prove my point.”

“What point?”

“This isn’t love at first sight, Jarod. It’s lust. Pure and simple.”

“Wrong,” he refuted. “You didn’t listen to what I said downstairs. Two people can be in loveandin lust with each other.”

She narrowed her eyes. Clearly she thought she’d won this round and left him at a disadvantage. What they’d just engaged in couldn’t be misconstrued as anything other than unadulterated, hardcore, fuck-the-walls-down sex. But that didn’t mean other emotions weren’t involved. They sure as hellwerefor him.

When she smiled up at him, that cursed coolness covering her lovely, flushed features, he felt the urge to punch the wall in frustration.

“It’s only sex, Detective. And when it burns out, it burns out.”

Mark up another evasion to the bartender.

Jarod returned her smug grin with an even cockier one, enjoying the suspicious concern that entered her gaze. She may think she prevailed in this battle, but he was definitely going to be the victor in the war. Confidence bloomed. He could afford to be generous.

“Touché, Steph.”

She looked uneasy. “So you agree I’m right?”

He shook his head. “Nope. You’re still wrong.”

CHAPTERSEVEN

After their heatedinterlude in the storage room, Stephanie expected Jarod to back off a bit. Instead, he became her personal shadow. Every night after his shift, he appeared in the bar, claiming what she’d come to considerhisstool. They’d talk as she worked. After closing, he’d stick around to help her tidy up, then walk her to her car. He never invited her back to his place or accepted an invitation to hers. Instead, he gave her a sinfully hot goodnight kiss that never failed to leave her body aching and needy.

Somehow, Wednesday had become date night. He’d show up at her apartment at six and take her out for the evening. They’d yet to do the same thing twice. They’d been bowling, to an arcade, strolling by the river and they sung karaoke—badly. She’d never had so much fun with a guy before. Generally, she went out with her girlfriends for laughs and companionship, while her dating experiences had involved awkward conversations over dinner before they could get down to the good stuff—sex. Jarod had changed all of that.

The past month had flown by in a flurry of never-ending fun, but she was suffering from constant sexual frustration. Besides his too-hot kisses and constant hand-holding, Jarod hadn’t made a move to continue their physical relationship. She suspected he was trying to teach her a lesson, punishing her for the way she’d chosen to prove her point about their relationship residing in the lust-only category. Unfortunately, all he was doing was hurting them both. She was irritable from a serious lack of good sex. Ordinarily she could live without a man—taking care of business with her vibrator—but Jarod had triggered some hardcore horniness even her beloved battery-operated boyfriend couldn’t touch.

This evening, that was all going to change. Enough was enough. After a month of celibate Wednesdays, she was taking back control. She’d issued an invitation to dinner at her place, and she’d been pleasantly surprised when he’d accepted.

She tugged at her short skirt as she glanced in the full-length mirror one last time. She grinned at her reflection—enjoying the way her tight T-shirt emphasized her bra-less chest. Jarod had made no secret of how much he liked her tits. Tonight the girls were going to help her bring him down.

Jarod had been waging a ridiculous battle of wills, and she was tired of losing. She was going to take the lead, and she’d pull out all the stops, fighting as dirty—please God, let things get dirty—as she needed to.

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