I can’t believe I’m here. I’m practically stalking a cop. She looks different today. She’s wearing a cute little sundress. It’s black on top, and white on the bottom, with a bright pink sash separating the two colors around her waist. It looks cute on her. Different, but cute. I watch as she takes off her sunglasses and looks into the window of a sandwich shop. She’s hungry, good. I wanna feed her. I keep watching as she purses her lips and puts the sunglasses back on and walks closer to me, even though she’s on the other side of the street and hasn't even seen me yet.

I’m just waiting for her to feel my eyes on her. I wanna see her reaction. I grin from ear to ear as she stops in her tracks with her head turned in my direction. A smile spreads across her gorgeous lips. That's a good reaction. I see her shoulders relax as she looks down the road, checking for oncoming traffic. She crosses the street and I motion for her to follow me into the shop I’ve been standing out in front of. I don’t want us meeting on the street. We need to be inside for this.

Once I’m sure she knows I'm heading inside, I walk into the coffee shop and sit at a table near the back. No one should really notice us here. No one would recognize me so far from our territory. It’s still a risk, but it’s one I’m willing to take.

“What are you doing here?” she asks in a hushed voice as she sits down. She looks around the restaurant and I let her. I give her a moment to realize it’s alright. Her hair is in a high ponytail, but a small piece has fallen out and it tickles along her collarbone. She turns to look at the customers in line. She looks so fucking beautiful. Her skin has a faint flush to it, and I’m not sure if it’s because of me, or something else. But I’d love to think I caused it.

I wait for her to look at me with those beautiful green eyes full of curiosity. “I had nothing better to do.”

“Nothing better than to follow me around?” Her tone has a bit of admonishment to it. But I know she’s happy. I can tell. And I like that. Her hand is fiddling with the locket hanging from her necklace. I’ve seen her do that before. I wondered back then what’s inside her locket, or who gave it to her. It’s someone important and I want to find out, but now’s not the time.

“Yeah, well, my day job is on hold at the moment.” I watch her eyes widen as I answer her. She didn’t expect me to talk about work, but if we’re planning on fucking, and I sure as hell am, then we need to be blunt and honest.

She noticeably swallows and looks toward the front of the restaurant. “Should you really be telling me that?”

“Are you wired, baby? The last couple of times I’ve checked your clothes, you weren’t.” Her cheeks go bright red, and it’s fucking adorable to see.

“Thomas--” I cut her off before she can finish.

“Tommy. Call me Tommy.” It feels good telling her that. Such a stupid thing. But everyone calls me Tommy. And I want her to do the same. I shouldn’t. I know this is wrong, but I do.

“Tommy, I don’t know about this.” I can hear the worry in her voice.

“What’s there to know?” I shrug, and then lean in a little. “I like fucking you.” My words make her smile even though she’s trying to contain it. “I want what happened last night to happen again.” Her chest rises and falls. Her pupils dilate with desire. I made sure to make up for the squeaky bed last night, and I know she enjoyed herself. I bet she can still feel me buried deep inside her.

“You know we shouldn’t.” Her words are breathy. I know I’ve got her. So long as I want her, she’s mine.

My lips pull into an asymmetric grin as I agree, “Yeah, we shouldn’t. But we’re gonna. 'Cause I’m a bad boy, and you’re a bad girl.”

She bites her lip and rests her elbow on the table, cradling her cheek with her hand. Her forehead pinches with worry. “I don’t know, Tommy.”

“You don’t know what? If you wanna cum on my dick again?”

As I ask the question, a barista walks up with a pad and pen to take our orders. I watch as Tonya’s eyes go wide, and she looks down at her lap like there's something there that's going to save her from embarrassment. I doubt the barista heard because she seems unaffected, but that doesn’t stop Tonya from having a moment.

“Can I get you two anything?” the girl asks in a sweet voice. She’s young. If she heard, I doubt she’d be so calm.

“Yeah, could I have a coffee with cream, a blueberry muffin, a slice of banana nut bread...” I lean back to look at the menu. I figure I might as well order a few different things to see what Tonya likes. “A cake pop, and a cookie too, please.”

“Is all that for you?” Tonya asks.

“I think I'll share with you.” My answer makes her smile shyly. I like this side of her.

“Just a coffee, please. French Vanilla, with cream and sugar.” She likes it sweet. I could've guessed that, but I wouldn't have been shocked if she liked her coffee black, too.

“So, what’s it going to be, Tonya?” I ask as soon as the waitress is out of sight.

She looks down at the table with pursed lips and then back up to me. “Just sex?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I’m quick to answer.

My sweet forbidden bad girl. I want her so fucking bad.

“Okay,” she agrees. My dick stands at full attention and pushes against my zipper. Yes! I can’t fucking wait to be inside her again. It takes everything in me not to bend her over the table and fuck her right here and now.

I play it cool though, leaning back in my seat. “Good.” I keep it simple and let my eyes wander to her breasts. I don’t give a fuck that it’s blatant. She’s mine now. I remember biting down on her nipples and pulling back last night, forcing those moans from her lips. I can’t fucking wait to do it again.

The barista sets a tray down in front of me, and brings me back to the present.

Tonya laughs under her breath and thanks the young girl before she walks away.

“I think you’re drooling, Tommy,” she says with confidence. She shoots me an I-own-your-ass type of look, and I fucking love it. I love how damn confident she is around me.

“I might be.” I lift her hand to my mouth and make a sweet, soft giggle erupt from her lips. This side of her is different. It’s soft and sweet. I like it. Even more, I like that I bring it out of her.

I watch her pick off the little bits of sugar on the top of the muffin and pop them into her mouth. She picks at it for a while and then finally bites into it.

As she takes a bite, she looks up and sees me watching her. She’s quick to cover her mouth as she chews and sets the muffin down. “What?” she asks, still covering her partially full mouth.

I chuckle at her and shake my head as I reply, “Nothing.” It’s cute I guess to watch her eat like that.

She finishes swallowing and takes a sip of coffee before asking me, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

I shake my head. “No, I just thought you may be hungry.”

She smiles sweetly and takes another sip of coffee. “I’m good to go, if you are. I have some errands to run.” She wipes her hands on the napkin and tosses it onto her plate.

I nod my head and reach into my pocket for my wallet.

“You don’t--” she starts, but I cut her off.

“Knock it off, I wanna buy you breakfast.”

“Thank you,” she looks shy as she says it. She downs the rest of her coffee and stands to leave.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” She looks at me for a moment, as though she doesn’t understand. But as I stand she nods obediently. I might call her my bad girl, but she’s so fucking good to me. She just doesn’t know it.