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I liked him like this. “I’m not a virgin.”

“Good.” He lined himself up, nudged my hole with the head of his cock, and glared straight into my eyes as he pushed inside me in one powerful thrust. Jesus. I groaned. Okay, I could have used a bit of a warm-up. Too late now. “Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Devon breathed.

I tensed up and held his hips to steady myself while I adjusted to his intrusion. It hurt, but I kind of liked the force of it. I liked that he took what he wanted. Authority was hot when it wasn’t coming from an actual authority figure.

“I thought you weren’t a virgin,” he mocked.

“I’m not, but you’re—”

“Thank you,” he laughed, smug as fuck. He reached between our bodies and grabbed my cock, jerking it nice and slow as he fucked me nice and slow. I loved this pace—unhurried, deep, and continual. It was the perfect build-up. “I got hard today,” he said randomly. “But I didn’t do anything about it. I wanted to wait for you.” He thrust into me, making my head hit the wall.

I watched his blue eyes, his shitty skull tattoo, the way his abs contracted with each rock of his hips. “Yeah?”

“I had another dream. One where I tied you up and had my way with you.”

I moaned when he pushed into me hard, angling his hips to hit just right. My cock throbbed in his hand, and my body got hot. “Yeah?” I asked again, basically begging him to keep talking.

“Mhm.” His hand moved with the motion of his hips, and goddamn. “Now I have this fantasy. I wanna watch you fight me for control while you have none. I want to take it from you, and when I win, you’ll just give in and let me take it and use it however the fuck I want. You submit.”

“I’m not submissive,” I panted, close to coming already.

“Yeah, you are. Look how invested in this fantasy you are.” He nodded at me, on the verge of blowing my load just from his words alone. When he hooked his arm under my knee again, tilting me up even more, I moaned and choked on it. “Admit it.”

Okay, shit, maybe. “Maybe once. I’ll try it once.”

“You’ll let me tie you up like I said before?”

“Once.”

“You’ll give me control?”

“If you take it by force.” Oh, fucking hell.Keep fucking me just like that, Devon.

“Can I blindfold you?”

“No. Hard no. I like looking at you.”

Devon grinned, thrusting his hips. His cock filled my ass, the motion perfect, and the friction insane. Forgot how hot a bathroom fuck could be. “Fine, but once I win control, I get to do whatever the hell I want to you. Fuck you, use you, have you, pleasure you, and take everything from you.”

Anticipation sparked in my nerves, and my head fell back against the wall. “Fine. One time.”

He squeezed my dick in his fist, slowly stroking it before dropping it all together. Leaning over me, making the vanity groan as loud as I did, he fucked me faster, his abs sliding over my dick. “Have fun riding home full of my cum,” he groaned.

When he came, his mouth opened and his fingers dug into my skin. With his abs massaging my dick, I came in heavy spurts between our bodies. My fingers wrapped around the edge of the counter, holding on for dear life, hoping this thing didn’t crash down and kill me mid-orgasm.

“Fuck, Devon,” I groaned.

He kissed me, dragging his teeth over my bottom lip until I was spent and way too sweaty.

“Maybe we need another night at the gravel pit,” he panted. “For this fantasy to play out, since we don’t have a bedroom big enough for everything I want to do.”

On fucking board.

Twoweekshadpassedsince Davis stole the key to the evidence lock-up room. He took it, made a copy, and returned it all within the same day. He hadn’t done a damn thing with it since then.

Hanes said there was talk of the evidence being moved to a more secure facility, and I started to wonder if that had been Jim’s plan all along. Get Davis to steal the key to make us think they’d hit it in Garron, but actually wait until it was en route. Or maybe he had a connection or an accomplice at the next warehouse. I had no idea what he was waiting for, but I knew it was calculated.

“Deep in thought, honey?” Mom asked, bringing me back to the present and out of thewhat-ifsin my head.

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