“What the…oh fuck. You think I had something to do with that?”
“If you did, then you’re dead as soon as I have proof. If not, then you better help me find out who set up the hit, or you’re still going to be a dead man if they come after her again.”
“I don’t know anything about that shit!”
“Then ask around.”
“Fine. Is that it?”
“No. Now, you should watch and learn a few things. If you reach around here while you’re fucking a woman and rub her clit…” Kirsten gasps and squirms underneath me. I cover her mouth again to quiet her cries as I begin slamming inside her and getting her off. Her hips buck wildly with every one of my thrusts, already so close after my tongue fucking.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my bare cock again now that you’re dripping wet for me.”
Her head is turned away from the door, so she doesn’t notice our guest as she trembles underneath me with her pleasure. Her loud moans sound like muffled sobs. Her restrained fists grab blindly for the front of my untucked shirt to pull me closer.
Looking down to watch where we’re connected in that perfect way, I finally let go, coming inside her without a rubber for the first time. Too bad she’s got one of those IUD things and can’t get pregnant. One day, though… I groan at the thought of her begging for my cum, for me to put a baby in her in a few years, even if it’s a far-fetched fantasy.
When I pull out, I run my fingers through our combined arousal leaking out of her and press it to her lips. “Taste how fucking good we are together.” I shove my fingers deep into her mouth, mostly to silence her outrage when I ask the prick, “Did you learn a thing or two, detective?”
Kirsten goes still and then her head pops up. My fingers are still inside her mouth as she finds our observer who also freezes with his hand shoved down the front of his pants. She tries to rise, but I put my palm on her neck to keep her down. “Hold on, sweetheart. Let the man finish.”
Swiping through the dripping mess again, I press my fingertip to her asshole and press it inside, making all the fight go out of her. “Your virgin ass is so damn tight. And it’s going to be mine.”
I work my finger in and out a few times, then two fingers, making her whimper. The detective’s breathing grows more ragged, his arm moving faster at my teasing. Finally, I remove the toy from inside my jacket pocket and shove it inside as far as it will go. When I give the plug a slap, Kirsten gasps in that way I love, so I do it again and again, certain she’s close to coming once more. As soon as she moans with yet another release, I pull her panties up and skirt down, then undo the handcuffs with the key, pocketing them.
“Leave that in until you get home, sweetheart. I’m claiming your ass as mine tonight,” I tell her.
Pulling her chair back over, I guide her down into it. Kirsten squeaks and clutches the arm rests tightly when her bottom hits the seat.
I lift her back up and tell her, “How do you think it’ll feel when it’s my big cock up there instead of that little plug?” Shoving her down again makes her release a sob of pained pleasure as she stares up at me with her eyes still glazed. Her reaction causes a cursed groan from the other man in the room. I toss the box of Kleenex to him without looking, knowing by the sound he’s finished jerking off while watching us, her.
Leaning down, I press a kiss to her lips then straighten. “I’ll walk our guest out. We’ve got more business to discuss.”
“I…I’m not sure if I’m furious at you or even more enthralled,” she whispers, earning another kiss.
“I prefer furious,” I lie. “The sex is better when you’re good and pissed off.” I grip her chin. “But don’t expect to have any voyeurs watch us later. You’re mine, and I’m not sharing an inch of you with anyone else ever again.”
She doesn’t respond, so I let her face go, unable to name the look in her blue eyes.
Daughtry opens Kirsten’s office door and walks out first with me following him. He then holds open the door to leave the DA’s office while saying goodbye to Natalie and the other employees lurking around.
Neither of us speak a word until we get outside in the brisk cold.
“Stay away from Kirsten. Don’t call her, don’t email her, and don’t even think about scheduling any of your special appointments with her again.”
“What if I need to speak to her about a case?” he asks, not sounding pissed but just curious.
“You two don’t have any cases together and never will,” I assert. “Knowing Kirsten, she wouldn’t endanger a case byhaving the details of you two coming to light, giving a judge a reason to dismiss it.”
“True enough,” he admits. “You’re in love with her.”
I chuckle at his ridiculous comment. “I just let you watch me fuck her, and you think that means that I’m in love with her?”
“I get it. You were marking your territory or whatever. But you don’t have to worry about me.”
“You’re going to stay away from the rookies too,” I warn him. “No more fucking games with the whores.”
“How did you —”
