“Jackie …”
That warning tone again. She chose to once more ignore it. She hadn’t been with a man in a long time. Not sexually, at least. She’d dated some before she moved to Georgia, but there hadn’t been anyone she was seriously interested in. Mac was the first in that department.
He didn’t know what he was asking when he asked her to give them a chance. He didn’t know what it would take for her to say yes.
She wasn’t afraid of his rejection. She was afraid of his love and not being worthy enough for it. Mac was a good man. And she was a good woman. But she was also someone who had a past that wasn’t pretty and one who’d sold her body because green was her favorite color.
She’d poured everything into Katz and she didn’t want to give any part of her freedom up to anyone. She never wanted to give up her freedom to anyone again.
The thing no one understood about her, was that she liked being a stripper and she didn’t have a problem being a prostitute. It wasn’t for everyone, she knew that. And not every girl could command the amount of money she did.
It was part of what funded Katz. And part of it sat in a savings account in the bank.
She was happy being single and on her own. She was happy doing her own thing.
Until Mac. He showed up. Expressed interest. That was several years ago. He was still there, still interested.
“Mac …”
“You know how much I want you, but not here. Not like this.”
“Yes, here. Yes, like this.”
He hadn’t moved, but the look in his eyes agreed with her. “Let me meet you later. After the club closes. We can go to my place or yours or even do it on the stage. Hell, the bar would work just as nice. But not here in a cell. You’re better than a jail cell, Princess.”
“But not better than a bar? Or the stage in the club?”
“You know what I meant and it wasn’t anything of the sort.”
Jackie nodded. “I do know.”
“Then come out of there.”
“No. I want you in here. There’s a reason. A demon to put to rest for me.”
“A demon?” He did move then, stalking toward her in measured steps. His boots scuffed across the floor and her heartbeat picked up, the blood thumping in her ears. “What sort of demon?”
“From times I was arrested before.”
“Did something happen to you one of those times?”
“No. Nothing. I was perfectly safe.”
“Safe isn’t what you’re looking for right now, is it?”
“No.”
“You wanted to get caught. You wanted to be seen.” He halted at the cell door, then crossed one foot inside. The cell suddenly became smaller, the confines tighter. He took up space and oxygen.
“I’m a bit of an exhibitionist.” she managed to say around the lump in her throat. She could almost touch him and she could definitely feel the heat coming off him.
“A bit? You sure about that?” He stepped closer and teased the exposed skin of her collarbone with his fingers. “You wouldn’t lie to the police, would you?”
“No,” she whispered. Were they role playing? Was it role playing if he really was a cop but not in any official capacity with her? Did it fucking matter? He was touching her. She’d baited the lion in his own den and he took it.
He gripped a handful of her hair and wrapped it around his hand. He inched forward until he was pressed against her front and her back was pressed against the cold, concrete wall.
“You don’t know what you’re playing at, Princess.”
His breath hot against her skin. His fingers unyielding in their hold. His body solid and strong against all her softness.
He leaned in, his lips so close she could lick them, then turned his head. He didn’t kiss her anywhere, but she felt the connection all the same. It wouldn’t have been more powerful if his mouth had connected with her.
Her stomach flipped, then flopped as he wedged his knee between her legs and slid it up. “God,” she moaned.
“You want a ride, little girl?”
“Fuck, Mac …”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Then do it,” he whispered in her ear. His teeth nipped the lobe, then his tongue followed the whorl causing her to shiver with need.
She tested her leverage with a hand wrapped around the arm that held her hair. Slowly … Oh so slowly, she began to slide along his thigh. The friction from her tight capri’s and the lace of her panties pushing against her clit … “Mac.”
“You like that? Feel good?”
She slid a little faster, ground a little harder. Her hand held onto him a little tighter. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she licked her dry lips with her even drier tongue.
She knew there was an orgasm on the horizon.
And Mac didn’t have to do anything but let her come. All he had to do was stand there, let her use him, let her feel him against her, and she’d come.
Her first time with a man in more years than she could count. Her first orgasm with a man … Ever.
He nudged her with his nose. “Look at me.”
She peeled her eyes open with more effort than it should take. He was hazy before her. But he was so beautiful. “Mac,” she said again, her voice barely recognizable as her own.
“I knew you’d be gorgeous like this. Face flushed. Eyes unable to focus. Jaw slack. Breathing heavy. You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted this here and now.”
Jackie shook her head, helpless and hungry.
Her hips rocked. Her legs hung heavy. Her body rushed toward the edge.
“How much do you want it?” he asked against her skin, though he still had yet to touch his mouth to her anywhere.
“A … A lot.” She gulped in air or tried. His closeness seemed to suck the rest of the oxygen out of her space. Not that she cared.
She’d been scared for so long to let him get close, to let him have this kind of power over her. She hadn’t wanted to turn herself over to him for fear of getting lost. But this kind of lost? In his lust? In his desire? This she could handle, if only …
“Are you close, Princess?”
Jackie nodded. She strained against him. Her breasts heavy and encumbered inside her bra and shirt. She wanted to strip naked. She wanted to be free of clothing so she could feel the air on her skin. She wanted to spread herself more than the restriction of her pants allowed.
She’d wear heels next time, too.
Her eyes started to drift closed again, but he clucked his tongue and she did her level best to meet his gaze.
He let go of her hair and slid his hand up, weaving his fingers through the strands to cradle her scalp.
“Do you want to fuck?” he asked, his voice harsh, shoving his thigh higher to grind against her crotch.
“Yes, please …”
This was why she hadn’t been with anyone in so long. No one had ever made her feel this way. No man could get her all hot and bothered with only a look, except Mac. No one could touch her and turn her blood to lava. No one could manhandle her the way she wanted him to manhandle her. No one. No woman or man. Only Mac.
The thought, along with the smoky heat in his eyes caused her to shudder. She was almost there. She was almost to the precipice. She could see it, feel it crashing toward her. She—
And his leg was gone, his boot scraping the floor from a distance.
She gulped in deep breaths after getting over the shock of being left without the orgasm. Her body throbbed in need and she clawed at his arm, trying to pull him back.
“I told you. Not here. Not now.”
“B …” She swallowed, and fought to get her breathing under control.
“Bastard? I know. I shouldn’t have done that. It was cruel. But I told you no and you wouldn’t listen. You wouldn’t leave well enough alone.”
“I’ll just finish at home.”
“Like hell. You won’t finish without me. I’ll get you off when I leave work. I’ll come to you, shove my fingers up inside your hot cunt, and get you to cream in my palm.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, Mac. It doesn’t work like that.”
“It works exactly like that, Jackie. I promise you. But if you need to be proven wrong, go ahead and try. Try to get that pussy off without me. Let me know how it goes.”
This time, he did kiss her. His lips engulfed hers and his tongue brought much desired wetness to her mouth. He swept her up against his body and wrapped both arms around her. She stood stock still in his embrace, but he didn’t let that stop him.
Of course, her participating in the kiss didn’t stop him either. She couldn’t help it. She’d wanted his kiss for so many days she couldn’t count that high.
Her tongue tangled with his and her belly tightened when he sucked her tongue into his mouth, hard, deep.
He eased up, his lips lingering on hers, until he finally pulled away.
“Even more gorgeous now with my kiss on you.”
“Jerk.”
Mac laughed and unwound his arms from her waist, but held her until she was steady on her feet. She might have wanted heels earlier, but she was happy with flats at the moment.
“That’s better than bastard.”
“How will you know if I come later?”
“I’ll see it in your face. You’ll feel guilty for not following my instructions.”
“Instructions? What makes you think you can order me around?”
“Not ordering you, Princess. Strongly suggesting. There’s a difference.”
If she thought about it, she’d see that he was right. There was a difference. But she didn’t want to give in right then. “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
“I guess we will. Now, off with you. I have things to do. I’ll stop by Katz later.”
He left the jail cell without another glance. She could finally breathe with ease again, but damn him, she’d give anything to have that closed in, heady feeling right back.
Mac hid in the breakroom until he no longer heard her shoes clicking against the floor as she walked. Then he hid out a bit more until he was certain she wouldn’t come back.
She caught him off guard by showing up. She tilted his axis when she said she wanted to have sex in the jail cell.
She called him a bastard for pulling away when she was so close to coming and he couldn’t agree more. He was definitely a bastard.
But much as the idea of fucking her inside the cell turned him on, the truth was as he’d said. Anyone could walk into the station. The cells were in plain view of anyone and everyone who came in. There was no way and nowhere to hide. He wouldn’t do that to her or the department. He valued both too much to have their integrity challenged.
He popped another pod into the single cup coffee pot and pressed the top down. Pretty soon, the room filled the scent of rich, dark coffee. His other cup had gotten cold while he spent time with Jackie and he hated reheated coffee. It was disgusting.
He took a deep inhale when it was finished brewing and made his way back to his desk.
He could still feel her in his hands. He could still taste her on his lips and tongue. He could still hear her breathing echoing through the large room.
He took a chance and peeked out the between the window blinds. Her car was nowhere in sight and he exhaled a sigh of relief.
She hadn’t lingered.
And he hadn’t lied. He’d get her off later when they were both off work. It would be worth it. He’d waited this long.
She could wait a little longer.