Page 98 of Hot Cops

This time, he never missed a beat, never paused. He gripped her waist, pushing her toward the sink. Once there, he turned her toward the mirror, pressed her forward over the counter, making sure she saw his face as he nudged her ankles apart with his foot, lifted her skirt, and smoothed his fingers along her slit from clit to anus.

She gasped, her head falling forward.

Landon threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her head up until her gaze met his in the mirror.

“Don’t look away. I want you to know exactly who’s touching you.”

She shivered at the dark, sexy-as-hell tone of his voice, even though she’d prefer to close her eyes. Facing him only reminded her who she was with and why this was a really bad idea.

“Landon,” she whispered, trying to figure out if she should give this victory to him and walk away, or tell him to hurry the hell up.

He took the decision away from her, pressing two fingers inside her, straight to the hilt, as his other hand remained in her hair, the tension on her scalp turning her on in ways she couldn’t begin to deal with.

Landon began thrusting his fingers in and out—first just the two, and then three. Every now and then, he’d stop, withdraw, and apply the most perfect amount of pressure to her clit. Her hips began to move, pushing back on every inward thrust. Their gazes never disconnected, and she could read the sheer determination on his face.

She’d asked for an orgasm, and by God, he fully intended to give her one.

“Unbutton the top few buttons on your blouse, Sunshine. Let me see your tits.”

Sunnie reacted to the demand, wondering if he’d somehow hypnotized her. She freed the buttons, drawing the material apart to give him a bird’s-eye view of her cleavage in the mirror.

He started thrusting harder, faster, and her eyes closed of their own volition as her climax approached.

“Oh my God,” she gasped as her pussy clenched. She was so damn close.

“Do it, Sunnie. Come on my fingers, babe. Let me feel it. You’re so tight…so goddamn tight.” He followed up his amazing dirty talk with another stroke to her clit, then he sank the first knuckle of his index finger into her ass.

Sunnie was a goner. She jerked roughly, her lungs burning as she fought to hold in her cries of pleasure. She’d never been a screamer in bed, but damn…

Even out of her mind, she was vaguely cognizant of their surroundings. They were in the restroom of a very ritzy restaurant. Unfortunately, that just turned her on more.

She trembled as her orgasm started to wane. Landon’s fingers disappeared, and then she heard the sound of running water as he washed his hands.

Sunnie couldn’t look at him. She was too afraid to raise her eyes and see what he was thinking, how he was feeling.

She was a blob of rubber, her legs weak, her insides shivery, her heart racing.

He’d won this round.

Jesus—he might have already won the whole damn war.

Her hands were shaking slightly as she tried to rebutton her blouse. Landon pushed her hands away, taking over the task. When his fingers lightly stroked the tops of her breasts, she knew it was no accidental touch.

Her eyes, still downcast, were in the perfect position to see that he was not unaffected by what had just happened. His pants were tented with his erection—and she suddenly felt guilty.

Sunnie reached toward his pants, but Landon clasped her wrist in his firm hand. “No sex,” he repeated, though his voice was gruff and the words sounded somewhat strained.

Unable to avoid it any longer, she looked up into his eyes.

And saw Landon.

Cocky bastard was grinning.

She laughed, the sound somewhat shaky. “How the hell…where did you learn to…”

Her words faded away as his eyes narrowed.

“I’m a nice guy, Sunnie. Apparently, you think that’s synonymous with ‘lousy in bed.’ If you weren’t dating gym rats hopped up on steroids all the time, you would know that’s not true.”

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