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Adeline’s index finger falls to my lips, then descends, taking my bottom one with her when it hits my chest and keeps going. “I’m sure. But what was it that you were offerin’ me instead?”

“Adeline,” I ground out. “I’m on duty, and you’re already gonna get me in trouble.”

“With who?

No one.

But I shouldn’t be using taxpayers’ money to have sex with Adeline Kerrigan.

“I’m up for you checkin’, though,” she tacks on, guiding my arm and then hand to her upper thigh.

Then she takes the other, and instead of putting it on her adjacent leg, she puts my fingers right at her cunt.

My fingers mindlessly run up the sheer fabric of her already soaking pussy, and I inwardly groan at how she’s already wet for me.

“Can you move it?” I ask before she rolls her hips a little to get more of my fingers against hers.

“A little,” she mutters. “It aches, though.”

Aches.

Yeah, that’s relatable.

Because my dick is already standing to attention and my breathing is unsteady as she continues to rub her pretty cunt against my fingers.

“What can I do to help?”

Adeline’s lips part as I put more pressure on her clit, and she finally breathes out, “Rub it, maybe…a little.”

I do what she asks, putting the right amount of friction on her sensitive numb.

She moans, not hiding the fact that this is what she wanted, but I’m still a little concerned about her ankle.

Running my free hand down her right leg, I ask, “Which one?”

She nods at the one I’m already touching. “That one. But I’m okay⁠—”

“Why don’t you just relax, AK, and let me help. I’m here to serve, right?”

Her green eyes watch me, finally silent, as I run my fingers down the back of her calf and keep running my other set of fingers around the place that’s making her squirm and moan for me.

I mock my actions on her sweet little cunt around her ankle, getting her eyes to flutter a little because I think I found the spot.

In both places.

“How’s that?” I ask, more meticulously, about the movement between her legs rather than the ankle.

“Feels good,” she mutters. “But I think…I need more.”

Her green eyes flick up to mine, locked and loaded, and my resolve cracks another fraction there.

We both know what she wants and needs, and I’m only happy to give it to her.

My report will say she heard something—like Chloe said—and that she twisted her ankle as well.

It’s not a lie.

I’m just going to leave out the part where I fuck her.