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Dalton leaned in and kissed me hard. “Yeah, but hold tight. I’ll be back.”
“Nah, you can drop me on your way,” I said.
Dalton was already dressing in his uniform. “Sorry, darlin’. It’s the opposite direction. Just wait here. If you still want to head home, I’ll take you when I get back.”
His gaze flicked to my dick, deflating rapidly. He licked his lips. “If you stay, maybe I’ll warm that cock up with my mouth.”
I raised an eyebrow. “While you’re in uniform?”
He chuckled. “If that’s what does it for you.”
“I do like making a lawman go to his knees for me.”
He grinned. “So long as you remember, I’ve got cuffs, and I’m not afraid to use them.”
“Promises, promises.”
Dalton finished buckling on his belt and strode from the room. I collapsed back on his pillows and wondered what the fuck I’d gotten myself into.
I pulled my phone out of my jeans and checked in with Holden.
Axel:
How’s Banshee?
Holden:
She’s asleep. How was the date with Deputy Hottie?
Axel:
Hot. You want details?
Holden:
No, thanks.
Axel:
When are you going to go on a date of your own?
Holden:
Probably never.
Axel:
Shit, man, you can’t think that way.
Holden:
What would be the point? I’m glad you found someone, though.
Axel:
I didn’t find someone. I’m just having a good time.
Holden:
