Page 15 of Wild Card
My breath caught. I wasn’t going to ask for that, but damn it, I couldn’t seem to reject it either. Axel smirked as I stood there, frozen and stiff.
“I was hoping to hook up with someone tonight,” he continued. “It didn’t work out, and now, here you are. That’s gotto be a sign. Maybe you should frisk me again and see just how hard my cock is for you.”
I stood so rigidly, fought the urge to lunge for him so hard, that my shoulders ached. Finally, I got control of myself enough to shake my head.
“That wouldn’t be right,” I rasped.
His lips quirked with amusement. “No, I suppose you always do what’s right. Deputy Harvey would never do anythingimproper,” he needled.
“Stop,” I pleaded.
“You watch me. You want me. You fuckingdroolfor me, but you’d never, ever take a single step out of line, would you?”
“Axel,” I warned, unsure how much longer I could hold on to the shreds of my restraint.
“You’re a paragon of fuckingpurity.”
Every hour of my long day, every bit of patience that had gotten me through it, every ounce of resistance I had to Axel’s flirty taunting caved in on me.
I lunged toward him, hand closing around his throat. “Just shut up!”
“Make me,” he whispered.
I was powerless to resist. My mouth came down on his hard.
He grunted as our teeth clacked, then moaned as I swept my tongue in to taste him.
It was wrong. So fucking wrong.
I ground my body against his, and his cock was so fucking hard against my thigh.
Paragon of purity?Not even close.
Axel had the wrong idea about me. I had dirty, dirty thoughts about him on a daily basis. I wasn’t repressed or ashamed.
Scenarios flitted through my head. Images of shoving him to his knees in this parking lot. Or maybe pushing him into the back of my cruiser and sucking his dick.
The back of my cruiser…where he’d last been in cuffs and headed to jail.
The thought snapped me back to myself.
I jerked away, gasping for breath. Axel’s lips were red and swollen, a little spit slick, and fuck, I could just imagine how he’d look after blowing me. My cock throbbed in complaint in my uniform slacks.
“I’ll let you off with a warning this time,” I said. “Get the taillight fixed.”
“That’s it?” he said. “A kiss is enough to bribe you, huh? I thought for sure you’d want a little more.”
He was still pushing. Always fucking pushing.
“No one’s bribing anyone. I was always going to give you a warning.”
His lips curled. “If you say so.”
“The kiss shouldn’t have happened,” I forced out as I handed him the money I’d taken from his pocket. “If you want to file a complaint…”
He stepped forward, close enough that the toes of his boots hit mine and his hot breath fanned over my face. “I’ve got a complaint, all right.”
My heart dropped to my stomach. It was only fair that he call me on this shit. “Let’s hear it.”
