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He watches me in that way he does when he’s guarded or trying to assess my meaning.
I stand up, finding my panties and slipping them on. “It’s nice to have the law on my side for once. We make a good team.” I push my skirt down and find my camisole and blazer. WhenI’m properly dressed again, I look over at him, now sitting on the floor, still watching me.
“I look forward to working with you more.” I head to his door, blowing him a kiss. “Sweet dreams, Henry.”
Once his door shuts behind me, I lean against it and blow out a breath. Good God. What have I done? The last moments flash in my mind, how sexy and intense he was. His concern for me about not having a condom. At least I thought it was concern for me. Maybe he just didn’t want to knock up a Mafia princess.
Ugh. I should walk away and avoid him at all costs. Clearly, he has a hold on me that I’m unable to manage. I can’t risk any more stupidity.
Lazaro.
Henry agreed to look into Lazaro’s case, and while I don’t normally trust cops, and Henry has been less than forthcoming about what he knows, I do believe he’ll look for Lazaro. I really have no choice but to continue to see Henry for Lazaro’s sake.
I wonder what Henry is thinking right now? Is he second-guessing what we just did? He must be. He’s a straight-laced, by-the-book cop. He’ll likely do what he can to prevent anything like this from happening again.
I hope he does, because I clearly can’t be trusted to keep my hands off him.
10
HENRY
Iwatch Lana saunter out the door, her parting kiss lingering in the air like a taunt. As the door clicks shut, reality comes crashing down around me. What the hell had I just done?
I drag my naked ass off the floor, pulling my pants up, and slump onto the couch. I drop my head into my hands, trying to process the whirlwind of the past few hours. Has she just played me? Had I let her?
I pride myself on being a sharp detective. But Lana D'Amato danced circles around me, leaving me dizzy and off-balance. Now here I sit exposed, vulnerable, and questioning every interaction we've had. Had it all been an act? The flirting, the chemistry, the passion? My gut twists at the thought.
I crossed a line I swore I never would. Not only have I jeopardized the investigation, but I've compromised my own principles. The worst part is that despite knowing better, I still crave her.
She has a pull on me that I'm helpless to resist. She has me behaving in ways I never should behave, has me sharing parts of myself I never should share. I fucked on her my couch, for Christ’s sake. And in return, she gave me a coy smile and thesinking feeling that I've handed her leverage over me on a silver platter. I’m surprised she didn’t gloat about it.
Fucking hell. I need a stiff drink.
The next morning,I step into the shower, dunking my head under the spray, hoping to wash away my sins. I’ve potentially torpedoed my career by fucking Lana. But when I close my eyes, all I can see is Lana's face, her eyes blazing with desire as she moved above me.
My mind replays every moment of our encounter. The way her skin felt under my hands, the sound of her breath catching in her throat, the taste of her lips. It's intoxicating, and I want more.
I've always prided myself on my professional ethics. I'm the guy who plays by the rules, who does things by the book. But Lana makes me want to throw the rulebook out the window. She challenges everything I thought I knew about myself.
Part of me knows this is dangerous. She's not just any woman. She's a key player in a criminal empire I'm trying to bring down. Getting involved with her could compromise everything I've worked for. But another part of me wonders if this connection could be the key to cracking the case wide open.
I'm torn between my duty as a detective and the undeniable pull I feel toward Lana. The rational part of my brain is screaming at me to cut ties, to focus on the investigation. But there's something about her that has me craving her, consequences be damned.
As steam fills the bathroom, my mind drifts back to last night. Lana's scent still clings to my skin, and I can almost feel her touch ghosting across my body. God, she was intoxicating. The way she moved, the sound of her laughter, the fire in hereyes. I've never met anyone quite like her. She's dangerous, yes, but also utterly captivating.
I close my eyes, recalling how it felt to kiss her, to hold her. The passion between us was electric. Part of me aches to see her again, to lose myself in her once more. That part is now hard as a rock.
I close my eyes, giving in to the need thoughts of her create. I replay every moment from last night. Touching her tits. Sucking on her hard pink nipples. The way she arched underneath me as I finger fucked her pussy and sucked her tits. The sound she made as she came.
I press a hand against the wall of the shower as electric energy crackles through me. I stroke myself faster thinking of how she rode me. Her long hair cascading down her back. Her tits swaying. How she was so determined to take me in. I’m probably average girth-wise, but my dick is long. She sank over me, and the look she had on her face when I was seeped inside her was pure satisfaction.
I was lost in her. Not so much so that I didn’t realize I wasn’t using protection. And heaven help me, I almost didn’t say anything. I was so relieved when she said she had an IUD. When she said, “Then fuck me, Henry,” something snapped inside me. I was like a feral beast needing to rut. Fucking hell, her pussy was so hot, so wet, and it gripped my dick like it never planned to let go.
My hand squeezes my cock as I remember the friction of her body around mine. The image of her coming, the way she arched her head back and cried out, fills my mind. My balls draw in and my dick jerks, my orgasm sweeping through me. My cum sprays on the shower wall.
I press my other hand on the wall, dunking my head under the shower again. I shouldn’t be jerking off to her. For one, it’s not as satisfying as the real thing, but two, I shouldn’t continueto indulge in these thoughts. She's not just some woman I picked up at a bar. She's Lana D'Amato, a key player in the criminal empire I'm trying to bring down.
I need to get my head on straight. This thing with Lana, whatever it is, can't continue. I've worked too hard, come too far to throw this case—my career—all away. No matter how tempting she might be, I have to maintain my professional distance.
