I clapped my hands. “OMG, you’re like Judge Dredd, only with fangs.”
“An apt comparison, I suppose,” said with a sigh.
“I guess your job means you won’t get in trouble for killing Sophia.”
“As overseer for this city, I could actually eliminate every single cryptid if I chose. It would certainly make my life easier.”
“Sounds like a lot of work,” I pointed out. “Not to mention, wouldn’t their relatives and friends who don’t live here get pissed?”
“They would, hence why I stick to handling only those that can’t follow the laws.”
“Guess I should count myself lucky you didn’t get rid of me when I killed those people.”
“I’m not going to execute you for being hungry.”
“But I murdered them.”
“You rid the world of scum without getting caught,” he corrected. “I would never punish anyone for that. What you did is, in a sense, not that much different from what I do. We both remove threats.”
“You speak as if I’ll do it again.”
He cast me a sly grin. “Weren’t you the one complaining about being bored? Given the rise in crime since Covid, the city could use a bit of vigilante justice.”
Me, a superhero cleaning up the streets?
“You say the sexiest things,” I purred.
“Hold that thought,” he murmured gunning the engine.
We made it home fast—probably because Cillian broke the speed limit and ran a few lights. In his defense, I had my hand on his cock and was stroking him through his pants.
He parked us in the garage, but when he would have dragged me to his lap, I grimaced. “We are not doing it in this truck.” It reeked of fast food and things best left in the bathroom.
“Then get inside,” he growled.
I piled out of the truck and headed for the door that led into the kitchen. I never made it, since he swept me off my feet, but this time did so caveman style. I ended up over his shoulder, upside down, laughing.
“Cillian! What are you doing?”
“Taking you for a shower to rinse the stink of those bastards from you.”
A good plan, which involved seeing the inside of his room—for a few seconds—before ending up in his massive bathroom. White marble all over and the biggest shower I’d ever seen.
He set me on my feet and I gaped. “I think it’s larger than my last bedroom.”
“It is a bit ostentatious,” he agreed.
“A bit?” I scoffed then squeaked because my clothes suddenly disappeared. AKA got ripped from my body, leaving me bare.
“Why don’t you try out the shower and then tell me if it’s too much?”
I stepped into the monstrosity and eyed the several dials. Apparently, I took too long figuring it out because Cillian joined me, his bare body brushing against mine as he leaned around me and began fiddling.
The water emerged at a perfect temp, no cold streaming until it warmed, and it sprayed from every direction.
“Good god, it’s like being in a monsoon,” I exclaimed as jets scoured my skin, leaving no pore untouched.
Cillian chuckled against my ear, his frame cradled to my backside, his hard cock tucked between our bodies. “It’s supposed to be relaxing.”
