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“You better hurry up, then.”

I licked my lips, more hungry for him now than I’d ever been. I knew he would never deny me, and I would never deny him anything in the world.

Balancing carefully, I licked along his length, engulfing his head with my mouth and letting my tongue flicker over the slit at the top, then rimming around the edge of the helmet of his heavy cock, relishing the slightly salty taste and the musky smell of him.

Ivan didn’t groan, but he let out a steady, slow sigh like he was fighting to control himself and that was all the encouragement I needed.

The tinted windows in the back of the cop car were all the privacy I had. If anyone came by and stopped us, Ivan would get in so much trouble. But I didn’t care. And from the way his cock pulsed against my tongue, he didn’t either.

With his hips filling the doorway, I didn’t get to meet his eyes. But this wasn’t about me. This was about showing Ivan I’d do anything he wanted.

That had always been true, but I wanted to make him believe it too.

With my hands held firm behind me, the only thing I could use on him was my mouth. That wasn’t going to hold me back.

I let out a hum as I closed my lips around him, sliding his length as far into my mouth as I could manage, keeping my teeth sheathed. His hips canted forwards, seeking more depth and I let him fuck my mouth, pulling off and pushing back onto him, in time with the jerking of his impatient hips.

I groaned again as I swallowed him down, lapping at his spongy head with my tongue, and he pushed in deeper, filling my mouth so all I could do was bob my head back and forth, hollowing out my cheeks to suck along his length, hoping to give him all the stimulation he needed.

I longed to fondle his balls, but all I could do was strain against the cuffs holding my wrists together behind me. I writhed on the back seat, trying to find a little release of my own, crossing my legs to press my thighs together, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more friction than I could give myself, and Ivan was standing tall, refusing to do a thing to help me out.

Seeing him playing cop had turned me on before, but now he was really flexing his law enforcement muscles and it turned me on even more.

I let out another groan, letting the sound lengthen to vibrate into his girth and I hollowed out my cheeks, bobbing my head with determination.

“Becca, you feel so good.”

With a deep groan of his own, Ivan tangled his large fist in my hair, guiding the motion of my head as I took him into my mouth. I loved the way he was using me – his hands purposeful and direct but never cruel. That was Ivan all over, and I loved him for it.

I bobbed my head again, keeping a steady pace even as the ache in my jaw grew and grew. My tongue flickered over his head again, and Ivan let another moan out as his cock pulsed, shooting deep into my mouth.

I swallowed all that I could, pulling off him with a sticky slurp and a groan of my own.

Like it or not, I was at his mercy and if he chose to get into the drivers’ seat after he was done and leave me without any release of my own, there wasn’t a thing I could do to stop him. Knowing he had that power over me made me want him all the more.

“Is my community service done now, officer?”

Ivan growled, his eyes flaring heat as he looked down at me.

“That’s Detective to you. And, no. Not nearly.”

CHAPTER 47

Ivan

“What’s going on here?” Grigori Menshikov looked suitably concerned when I walked into Tatiana’s flanked by two other cops.

It was late, but I didn’t care. I’d spent the night working to push this through and I wasn’t going to wait a minute more.

I slammed my warrant down on the table and stood back, arms folded across my chest.

It felt good to be making this arrest, cleaning up my area. The man had crossed a line targeting our own people, and he’d forgotten there was supposed to be honor among theives. All that he’d done with Ruslan to try to get us Russians out was all for nothing now. He’d been careless and greedy, and now I had him right where I wanted him.

Thanks to Katja and Becca, the trail of paperwork was easy to find. His storefront clinics were at the heart of it all, and the doctors he employed had never seen many of the patients supposedly on their books.

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