“Stupid hate,” I agree with a grin. “I knew you hated me but that it was pretty stupid, since you obviously still wanted me. And you had no idea that I was the delivery guy.”
“You…that was you?”
“That was me.” Spinning her around, her back to my chest, I lift her silky blonde hair from her neck and place a trail of kisses along it. While she’s distracted, I grab one of her fists and slap the cuff on it behind her back, then the other. “You want me to bend you over and fuck you right here, don’t you?” I ask against her ear once her hands are restrained.
“Yes.”
I grab the nape of her neck and shove her head down onto an empty spot on her desk.
“Stay there, cheek on the desk, no matter what,” I order. Keeping my grip on her neck, I use my free hand to lift up her skirt, then kneel behind her.
I start by running the tip of my tongue around her asshole.
“Tristan!” she whisper yells. She’s not mad about where I’m playing with her, but that she’s in need of relief.
I lap up the arousal dripping from her and slowly make my way to her clit, knowing we have a little time to waste.
“Oh yeah,” she moans softly when my tongue batters her bundle of nerves. Her cuffed hands find my hair and tug as she widens her stance in eagerness. Her next moan sounds muffled, like she’s biting down on her lip to keep quiet. So, I just try harder, since I don’t really give a shit who hears her.
I tease her long enough that when I finally suck on her clit, she screams, “Oh god!” And shudders with pleasure.
When I stand up, I don’t give Kirsten a chance to recover before I take out my aching cock and shove inside her. Last night, she gave me the green light to stop using condoms. While I knew it’d feel different to be inside a woman bare, I never expected it to feel so damn good I can barely hold off coming.I cover Kirsten’s mouth when she cries out because with her clenching around me so hot and tight, I already have to grit my teeth and think about headless chickens. Hearing her shout my name while I’m buried inside her for the first time without protection would be too damn much.
And just as I expected, after her second orgasm my girl passes out face down on her desk. Her wrists remain cuffed behind her back while I’m deep inside of her, not so patiently waiting for our guest to arrive.
Thankfully, right on time, there’s a knock on Kirsten’s office door. At least Natalie is still good at following orders.
“Come in,” I say loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough to wake the exhausted DA.
A familiar looking man appears in the doorway in a cheap gray suit. His eyes widen when he sees me behind the desk and Kirsten sprawled on top of it.
“Come in and shut the door. I’ve heard you like to watch.”
He slowly closes the door and then says, “You’re a Ferraro.”
“Tristan.”
His jaw is clenched tight as if in disapproval as he stares at Kirsten, but the front of his pants definitely tents in interest. Asshole.
“What did you do to her? Did you drug her?”
“Oh, right. You wouldn’t know this about her, but after two orgasms, she passes out no matter where she’s at,” I tell him as I pull back and then shove into her, causing her to moan softly.
“You’re disgusting.”
“I’m disgusting? Don’t worry. She enjoys it when I wake her with my cock inside her. Disgusting is forcing rookies to go down on whores or fuck them while you critique them like you’re the expert. Have you ever actually made a woman come? You sure as hell didn’t get Kirsten off, you selfish bastard.”
“So, this is why she dismissed the charges?” He waves a hand toward us then presses it against the front of his pants as if trying to hide his erection.
“The charges were bullshit,” I tell him. “Who is pissed about her putting the blame on the department and asking about the Bertelli investigation?”
“What?”
“A detective tried to kill her the other night.”
“You’re lying. She would’ve told me…”
“Detective Tony Wallace is no longer with us. He failed, obviously, since she’s still alive, and he’s been missing work, right?”
