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Thank God the pool hadn’t gone in yet.

Her eyes trailed down my body and paused at the sheet at my waist.

I followed her gaze and winced.

My dick was not behaving.

Despite being confined by my underwear, there was a very noticeable tent to the sheets that had caught and held her eyes.

I shifted, and only made it worse, causing the sheets to pretty much conform to my hard cock.

“You, ah…” She stopped and stared some more.

I reached under the sheet and readjusted my dick so that the waistband was holding it flat against my belly.

The head of my cock was exposed to her soft sheets, and her eyes only blinked at the change in position.

“You keep staring like that, and I might think you want me.” I growled, unable to stop the want from lacing my words.

She bit her lip, then slowly trailed her gaze up to meet mine.

That’s when I knew she wanted this as much as I did.

“Come here,” I ordered softly.

Her eyes flared, then her feet brought her to the side of the bed.

Like a snake, I reached out and pulled her toward me using her ass for leverage.

She gasped and fell into me, and seconds later, the only thing that separated us was our clothes as I wrapped her up in the sheet with me.

She licked her lips, and I caught the hint of mint before I slanted my mouth over hers.

The moan that left both of our lips as we finally got a taste of each other would be a memory I’d never be able to forget.

Her arms went around my shoulders, her tiny little nails digging into the skin at my neck, as she pushed up against me in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

I pulled away only long enough to ask, “If we keep going…”

“We’re going to keep going,” she promised.

“This is going to get complicated,” I finished.

She snorted. “This was complicated when I took a bite of your pancakes.”

That was true.

I’d known even then that I wanted her.

But girls needed time to get over their exes, didn’t they?

But the way she was kissing me…

“You’re lost.” She pulled back, lips swollen. “Where are you?”

I hesitated, not sure what to say, and then went with my gut. “I don’t want to be your rebound.”

Her eyes went wide, then she said, “Hot Cop, you could never be a rebound. You’re the kind of guy that women never recover from.”

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