Page 51 of Hot Cops

“Fine. I’ll call him. But I’m telling you right now, he won’t mind.” Riley was certain she could convince Pop to let Bubbles work at the pub. “So it’s settled,” Riley said.

“Awesome!” Bubbles rose quickly and headed for the sidewalk. “I’m gonna start packing up. Maybe get that fresh hair dye after all. A new start definitely calls for a new color.”

“Definitely,” Riley agreed, saying goodbye.

“I’ll call you later, Riley,” Bubbles said before walking away.

“Your pop’s gonna kill you. You know that, right? And your brothers are gonna want to hurt me for letting you bring a hooker home.”

Riley shrugged. “She’s a nice person who’s down on her luck. My family is awesome. They’ll wanna help her. I just know it.”

Aaron wanted to contradict her, but he couldn’t. Her words were the truth. The Collins family was nothing if not compassionate and kind.

“So,” Riley said, leaning back against her chair. “What’s next?”

Aaron grinned at her. “Honeymoon boom-boom.”

CHAPTERTEN

They enteredtheir hotel room hand in hand, walking slowly. Now that tragedy had been averted, both of them were feeling the benefit of time finally being on their side.

As Aaron closed the door behind them and started across the room, Riley remained by the entrance. “Hey. Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He turned to look at her, confusion in his eyes. “I don’t think so.”

She gestured at the door behind her. “Has the passion already died, sugar? Where’s my hot sex against the door?”

He grinned, coming back to stand in front of her. “I thought you might prefer a shower first. Wearesort of sticky.”

“True that.” She reached up and lightly ran her finger along the bruise darkening beneath his eye. “Does this hurt?”

He shook his head. “No, it’s?—”

“I love you.” She blurted the words, unable to hold them in any longer. “I really, really love you.”

He leaned closer to her, his face covered with the most genuine smile she’d ever seen. “I know that, Riley.”

“It’s just…I’ve never said those words to you and I wanted to.” Her comment sounded inane and she fought against the urge to roll her eyes at herself.

“I’m glad you wanted to say it. In fact, if you wanted to say it, oh…maybe fifty, sixty times a day for the next century or so, I wouldn’t complain.”

She huffed out a breathy laugh. “Not too greedy, are you, sugar?”

“With you, I’m the greediest man on earth. I want everything. Your heart, your body, your friendship, your soft cries as you come and as many babies as you’re willing to give me.”

“Eight.”

He looked at her quizzically. “Eight?”

“Thought maybe we could try to beat my folks’ record.”

Aaron tweaked her nipple through her T-shirt before engulfing the entire breast in his large palm. “It wouldn’t be a hardship to try.”

“Horny bastard.” Her teasing words ended with a slight squeak when Aaron cupped her mound with his other hand and rubbed hard.

He pushed her back against the door in a move she was beginning to crave more than Saturday nights. Leaning forward, he kissed her thoroughly and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him even closer. Sometimes she thought she could pull him completely inside her and it still wouldn’t be close enough.

For several moments, they kissed and touched. When Aaron pulled away, their shirts stuck together and they laughed.

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