My hand shot out, my index finger jabbing toward a nondescript door off to the side of the chaotic scene. My eyes locked with Sir’s, and without a word, he understood my silent command. Stalking through the swirling snowflakes, I led the way, with him following like a shadow trailing behind his sun.
Inside the dimly lit room, the outside world’s noise dulled to a distant murmur. I turned to face Sir, my breaths coming fast and uneven. He stepped closer, the heat of his body melting the snow that clung to my long, curly hair. I saw the recognition in his eyes, the primal understanding that sliced right through the pretense.
“Detective,” Sir murmured, his voice a low, raspy growl as he leaned in, his nose tracing the line of my neck. “You look like you need something.”
His breath was hot against my chilled skin. My heart thundered at the implication, the illicitness of it all making my blood thrum with excitement.
“You fucking right I do,” I whispered back fiercely, my gaze trained on his.
He chuckled, the sound dark and promising. “I’m still here, Averie. Still breathing, still standing…and if you want this dick, it’s still yours for the taking.”
The bluntness of his words was like a jolt of electricity to my system. It wasn’t just lust in his confession. It was years of unspoken truths laid bare between us.
“Jesus, Sir!” I exhaled, feeling his pull and the gravity he had on my entire being. It was wrong, a sin against my gold badge, but God, it felt so right.
Sir’s long, brown fingers brushed over my cheek before drifting down to trace the curve of my C-cup breast. “I love this body of yours, Averie. Those curves… your full breasts and sexy ass hips… I’ve imagined holding onto them while I fuck you senseless so many times, I’ve lost count.”
My knees almost turned to water at his arrogant words, expressed with raw desire. Heat pooled low in the pit of my stomach, my body reacting instinctively to the promise laced within his husky voice.
“Say more,” I urged, tipping my head back to offer him better access to my throat.
“Every inch of you is made for pleasure,” he continued, his lips grazing my earlobe as he spoke. “The thought of sinking into your warm, wet pussy and feeling those hips move under me; it’s been driving me mad for over a decade.”
And then, his lips claimed mine in a kiss that seared straight to my soul. I found myself melting into him, the kiss, and the madness we were plunging into together. The world fell awayuntil there was only Sir—only his mouth on mine and the yearning that had been simmering within me for too damn long.
Fucking with Sir was insanity, career-ending madness, but as his hands roamed over my body as if they had the roadmap to every dip and curve he professed to adore, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not in the moment. Not when every touch from him felt like a puzzle piece clicking into place. Not when the taste of him was the only thing I wanted to consume me.
I dropped to my knees with a single-minded purpose, the cold tile of the restaurant’s storage closet barely registering against my skin. I was driven by an urgent need that had nothing to do with the chaos outside the walls that enveloped us. I looked up into Sir’s dark, brooding eyes. They were heavy with want. I reached for his belt, my hands nimble despite the trembling excitement threatening to unravel my composure.
“Fuck, Averie,” Sir muttered as I freed his brick-hard dick from the confines of his pants. His grumble resonated in the small space, filling it with an unmistakable urgency.
I licked my lips. His thick pipe was as long as a centipede. When my mouth finally closed around the silky, mushroom-shaped tip of his chocolate brown rod, he shuddered visibly. He was now a strong, powerful man undone by the simplest touch of my warm mouth.
Sir growled. “Oh, shit…”
“You like that?” I murmured against his girth, pulling back just enough to speak. My breath was hot on his skin.
“Fuckin’ right.” His words hissed as his fingers threaded through my jet-black curls, guiding without force. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this. Your mouth, your goddamn perfect lips swallowing my kids.”
Again, his words were crude, but they lit a fire in my belly. It was exactly what I wanted—no, needed—to make him lose that ever-present control. What I wanted was more than lust. It was acraving to possess and be possessed, if only for stolen moments such as the one we were in.
“Show me then,” I said, my own voice heavy with desire. “Show me how much you’ve wanted it.”
Sir groaned, his hips instinctively seeking the warmth of my mouth again. As I took him deeper, each stroke of my tongue drew forth another layer of his restraint, revealing the raw hunger beneath his accomplished exterior.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew we were playing with fire. If we were caught, my badge was as good as gone. A detective found on my knees sucking off a known drug lord; it would be the scandal of the precinct. No, the scandal of the city. But that knowledge only served to heighten every sensation, every illicit motion, and each secret caress. The danger was a spice that made our forbidden act all the more intoxicating.
“God, if anyone sees us…” I trailed off, unwilling to complete the thought, as if speaking it aloud would make it come to life.
“Let them look,” Sir countered with a voice-roughening whisper laced with defiance. “I don’t give a fuck… not when I have you like this.”
It was wrong. Every rule and moral code I’d upheld was being shattered with each movement of my head and every slide of my full lips along his length. Yet, at that moment, nothing could be more suitable than the way I worshiped him with my throat, claiming him as mine in a way I’d never dared until then.
Sir’s warning was a growl in the dimly lit storage room, his words straining with a cocktail of pleasure and desperation. “You’re going to make me cum, Averie. Stop.”
But I didn’t. I couldn’t. His urgency only incited me on. I craved the hot pulse of his seed on my tongue, the salty-sweet taste of his release. My mouth worked over his thick length relentlessly, my hands steadying his hips as they bucked toward me. I refused to let go, my gaze locked with his in silent rebellion.
“Fuck, Averie!” he groaned, his fingers tightening in my black hair, an exquisite pain that somehow sent shivers of delight down my spine. I moaned around his shaft, loving the sensation as my tongue slid along his silky length. I tasted the saltiness of his precum. “I’ve fantasized about fucking you for so long. Let me go so I can beat that sweet pussy of yours to oblivion.”
