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I smile at the inspector, whose face is now as red as her hair, and say, “So it is. I’ll see you boys later.”
Despite my little victory, I’m still pissed as fuck at her. I’m even more pissed because part of the reason I’m pissed is that I’m actually attracted to her. Very attracted.
That shouldn’t bug me as much as it does. What straight man isn’t attracted to a green-eyed redhead dressed to look like every man’s fantasy of a powerful woman? Still, I’m in no mood to think about sex right now, so I head to a local bar for happy hour.
Of course, that bar is at the hotel where the inspector is staying, so an hour into my relaxation, I see a sheaf of papers slam onto the bar next to me and turn reluctantly to see her glaring at me, arms crossed.
“We’re going to my room,” she commands.
“You have a really hard time with the concept of ‘off-duty,’ don’t you?” I ask.
“Jokes on you,” she says. “I’m off-duty too. Now follow me upstairs and help me to understand these reports you refused to talk to me about.”
I should tell her to fuck off.
I want to tell her to fuck off.
Instead, when her door closes behind us and she kisses me hard, I kiss her back.
CHAPTER THREE
Tabitha
Why the hell am I doing this? I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with a guy I don’t know. I’m certainly not the kind of girl who sleeps with a guy whose most striking quality is how he pisses me off. Nonetheless, I kiss him as though I desperately need him, as though waiting even one more second to enjoy everything about him will kill me. I want to experience this son of a bitch. I want to experience him from head to toe, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way about someone I like! I don’t like Rory. I want to punch him in the nose!
After. I’ll worry about punching him in the nose after I get everything else from him.
I pull his shirt from his pants, and I let out a bit of a sigh when I expose his abs. They’re very firm. They’re damned firm. I don’t know if this guy has a washboard or a six-pack. What I know is this is the first time a guy’s abs matter to me at all, the first time I even really notice them. I notice them now, though and I pull my mouth away from his so I can fall to my knees in front of him.
When I kneel there, he reaches down and slides my jacket off my shoulders. I’m fascinated by the sight of his navel. God, this guy must have the perfect body. The moment my jacket it free, I let my hand trace a path along his abdomen. God, even the feel of his stomach is amazing. His muscles ripple as he lifts his shirt up and over his head, and that adds a whole new element of sexiness to things. It certainly spurs me to action. I reach for his belt and struggle to get it open. He pushes my hands away and gets it unbuckled far more efficiently.
It irritates the hell out of me that he interrupts me but not enough to overcome the desperate need. I use the time it takes him to get unbuckled and unzipped to get my blouse off. I probably lose a button but I wear only my bra from the waist up just as he finishes stepping out of his shoes. I reach forward and yank his jeans down to his knees. He wisely doesn’t interfere with that. I stare for a second at his boxer shorts. They can barely contain him. I’m not the kind of woman who gives a damn about size but at the moment, it seems pretty appropriate and turns me on more. I hook my fingers in the waistband and slide his boxers down. He reaches over me and unhooks my bra.
I shrug my bra off absently and reach for his very imposing and very beautiful cock. I can’t believe how this man’s body fascinates me. I let my fingers wrap around the shaft and my hand looks so small! I stroke softly and lift my other hand to his balls. As I caress them, I let my fingers trail behind them and graze the sensitive skin underneath. He gasps and stiffens and I smile wickedly at him before closing my lips over his cock.
Cue another first for me. Not the blowjob. I’m an adult, and my sex life includes blowjobs, so I’ve given plenty but I’ve never thought about them with any pleasure or excitement. I don’t hate them; I just don’t love them either. I accept it as part of being sexually active.
Now though, the pleasure I feel sucking Rory’s cock is enough that when I moan around him it’s an involuntary moan prompted by my own enjoyment and not a trick to make the act better for him. It has that effect, however, and his own sighs and moans inspire me to do even more to make the blowjob enjoyable. I push deep and in another first, actually manage to get his cock into my throat. I can’t keep it there for very long but I don’t need to because as soon as I twist my head over him and slide my tongue in a wide circle around his shaft that ends just beyond my lips near his balls, he cums, so hard that his feet actually shift forward.
I keep sucking and moaning until he was finished, then grinned up at him triumphantly. “Too much for you, fireboy?”
I’m not sure if it’s my attitude that prompts what happens next or the fact that I called himfireboybut before I know it, I’m on my back on the bed with my legs in the air, my skirt and panties are gone and his face is buried in my pussy.
I don’t say anything. I can’t say anything. I can’t make any noise at all because the breath is driven from my lungs as his lips and tongue work miracles on me. Sparks of sensation shoot through me while rolling waves of pleasure cause my body to stiffen and spasm. My pussy throbs and my clit shivers and even though I haven’t cum, it feels like I’m in the middle of a powerful orgasm.
Then he slips two fingers inside me and I am.
As soon as his fingers graze my g-spot, the orgasm slams through me like a runaway freight train. I scream as all of my nerve endings come alive and focus on making me feel as good as I possibly can.
If he was trying to make a point with this, he’s made it. As hard as I made him cum, I can’t help but feel like I’m cumming harder.
Then he slams his cock into me and there can be no doubt.
I scream again and my body goes completely crazy under him. He thrusts deep and hard and puts one hand on my waist while the other squeezes my breast. He holds me steady while I twist and jerk and squeeze around his cock and he continues to stretch me out and push me over the edge again and again and again.
“Oh my God!” I cry when enough control returns to me that I can say something.
He adjusts his angle slightly so he can thrust deeper and begins to pound me again. He is slower and more controlled this time but he thrusts deeper and harder than before and in only seconds I can feel my climax returning.
