Page 39 of Hot Cops

His words seemed to soak in and he realized she’d been as swept away by desire as he was.

“Shit,” she muttered. She blinked quickly and tried to compose herself. Hell, he thought she’d been teasing, but it was obvious she’d been as turned-on as he was. He grinned. He was a lucky man. His new wife had one helluva libido and he was going to make sure she never geared down out of overdrive.

“That was so hot,” Bubbles said, reminding them both that they had a witness. Aaron grimaced with pain as Riley stood up and stepped away. How the hell was he supposed to get back to the hotel with a hard-on?

“So…” Riley cleared her throat. “The idea is to just sway. The beauty of the lap dance is you don’t have to be a great dancer to achieve it. Just use those, um, gifts God gave you and have fun.”

Bubbles approached and for a moment, he feared Riley was still going to let the hooker try out a few of those suggested moves on him. He was a second away from blowing his load. A strong wind would send him over the edge, but he wasn’t sure his new wife would understand him coming in his pants while another woman danced around him.

“Um, Riley,” he started, but she winked.

“I think you’re going to have to fly solo for the first time with Louis. Aaron and I really,reallyneed to head back to the hotel. I’m sort of tired.”

Bubbles laughed, clearly not fooled by Riley’s sudden need for sleep. “I’m sure you are,chica. Looks to me like this man could keep a girl tired for a lifetime.”

Riley laughed as he rose slowly. His cock was still stiff as a pike so he pulled his untucked shirt lower and prayed it would be enough to cover him on the street. He figured every guy in the bar was sporting a woody, so it wouldn’t be a big deal until they left Lustville and rejoined the land of the gamblers.

“Break a leg, Bubbles. I really hope?—”

A knock on the door interrupted Riley’s comments and Louis walked back in. “Time’s up. You ready, Bubbles?”

Bubbles nodded and waved as they left the office.

The cab ride back to the hotel seemed to last an eternity. Looking out the window, Aaron never ceased to be amazed by the crowds on the streets. It was pushing three a.m. and the sidewalks were still abuzz with activity.

As they entered the hotel room, he pushed Riley back against the door.

“Again?” she teased. “You’re gonna have to find a new move, sugar.”

“Take off your clothes.” He’d already pulled his T-shirt over his head and was working his jeans over his hips as he spoke. She followed suit and he was impressed to see she could strip down to total nakedness in less than sixty seconds.

“Very good,” he murmured when the last piece of clothing, her bra, hit the floor. There were no preliminaries, no foreplay as he grasped her ass, lifted her and impaled himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. Riley threw her head back against the door as she wrapped her legs around his waist and met his pummeling with some hard thrusts of her own. Obviously, the dance had triggered powerful needs in her as well.

“Harder,” she cried and Aaron doubled his efforts, moved into her until he felt lightheaded from the fact all the blood in his body appeared to have defected to his cock.

“God,” she yelled. “Yes, yes!” She came in a rush, her pussy muscles pumping hard against him, clenching him tighter than he’d ever dared to grip himself in masturbation. He forced his way deeper and felt her come again. His balls filled, the come exploding from the tip of his cock almost painfully. When the last drop fell, he withdrew and slowly went to his knees, her back sliding against the door until her ass reached the floor.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled. “That was so fucking good.” He kissed her then. Kissed her hard, kissed her soft. Long kisses and short ones. All he knew was he wanted the air he breathed to be hers.

“I love you, Riley. I love you so much.”

“Aaron,” she whispered. He opened his eyes, looked into hers and found his response. She was as overwhelmed by the power of the moment as he was.

Pressing his lips to hers once more, he drank her answer down in a flurry of deep, wet, sweeter-than-chocolate kisses. When they finally parted, she smiled almost shyly—the one personality trait he’d never seen in her. It passed quickly.

“I think my ass fell asleep.” Her words were light, fun, thoroughly her.

He rose and reached down to help her up. “Well, we can’t have that. What do you say we try to wake it up with a nice hot shower?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“And then you and I are going to get serious about this honeymoon.”

She laughed as they walked to the bathroom. “That wasn’t serious?”

He pinched her ass as she bent over to turn on the water and she squealed. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Riley Young.”

She turned to look at him. “I like the sound of that, you know.”

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