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CHAPTER EIGHT
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HICKS
I had my tongue in Falco’s mouth before my door was even closed. The alcohol only served to amplify the adrenaline already coursing through my veins. The man saved my life, and this was . . . Falco. He was so fucking hot in bed when we were in the academy. Every other man I’d had before or since paled in comparison.
My panties were moist during most of the evening just thinking about him, and now they were pretty well soaked. His tongue found mine and we stood there, locked in a burning sloppy, wet kiss. I wanted to devour him.
“Raise your arms,” he said.
He broke off the kiss only long enough to pull off my top. I’d busted him checking out my breasts off and on all day long. That didn’t surprise me all that much. I knew men liked my boobs, and it’s been my experience that male police officers were more brazen than most with their attention to them. It had to be the whole alpha male thing. I unhitched my bra and pulled it away, allowing him a long look.
He gave them a long, hot stare. I could see his dick tenting in his pants. I reached down and took his hands and placed them on my breasts and leaned in for another deep kiss. I heard him moan, imagining his junk ready to burst right out of his uniform. He was kneading my breasts with his fingers. I let out a breath and a soft sigh. His hands felt delightful on my tits. He took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His touch sent sizzling sensations straight to my vagina, which had gone from moist to dripping wet in a flash.
I felt his rock hard cock rubbing up against my crotch through his pants. His hands moved from my breasts to my belt buckle. He undid the belt and the top button on my jeans before unzipping them. I wanted them off as much as he did. I pulled them down once he unzipped them. I felt his strong warm hands on my butt cheeks. I moaned as his hands roamed over my cool skin. He was experienced in the art of touching a woman, there was no doubt.
My hands were now on his belt and I had his pants unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped in seconds. I slid my fingers down his underwear and felt his hardened staff. I pulled his magnificent maleness out of his boxers. Holy fuck, was all I could think.
The feel of his dick was driving me crazy. I could resist no longer. I fell to my knees and pulled his pants to his ankles. His stiffness was all but calling to me. I grabbed the base of it and began stroking it. He let out a gasp of pleasure and I was burning with desire. I began rolling my tongue along its head before taking the full length of it down my throat. I heard him moaning again. I took him in and out of my mouth, slow and easy at first, then faster.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, encouraging me.
“Let’s slip a condom on you,” I told him.
“Of course,” he said. “Do you happen to have one?”
I froze, “Me? No. Why would I have a condom? Don’t you have one on you?”
I felt his hands moving away, “No. I wasn’t expecting to have sex tonight.”
I sighed, and not in a good way.
My mind went to an imaginary balloon, quickly deflating. My heat level went from a solid ten to a three instantly. What man who looks like him doesn’t carry a condom on him, I wondered?
“Falco, this is a mistake,” I said. “Let’s not do this.”
I backed away, reaching to the floor and pulling up my jeans. He pulled up his own pants and packed his cock away. His face was red with embarrassment. I felt humiliated, realizing that it wasn’t all his fault. Neither of us came to work this morning thinking we’d end up where we were.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should not have let it go this far. I was . . . in the heat of the moment, and . . .”
“It’s ok,” I told him. “We were both in the heat of the moment. I’m sorry, too, but I can’t . . .”
“I fully understand,” he said, “and I agree. It’s getting late,” he said.
“It is,” I said, feeling humiliated.
We both spent the next thirty seconds getting our clothes back on in silence. He turned and walked to the door, looking back as he opened it.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Hicks,” he said.
“Sure,” was all I managed to say.