Page 94 of Raising The Bar


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“Listen, about this morning. Babe, I’m so—”

“I’m here about the violations on this place. If you don’t bring it up to code, we need to shut it down.”

“What?” My heart dropped into my stomach. “But I went over everything with you. I have all the licenses I need, right? At least, I think. Shit,” I muttered, pressing my palm into my forehead.

“Is there somewhere we could talk about this, Ms. Ng?”

I jerked my head up at the husky dip in Jude’s voice. My breath caught from the carnal lust in his eyes as he trailed them up and down my body. This wasn’t Jude—this was Sergeant Davis coming to punish me for being a bad girl, just like he’d promised he would.

It was all I could do to hold in a squeal like I was a kid on Christmas morning after someone handed me the best present in history.

“I’m sure we can come to an agreement, Sergeant, is it?” I peeked at his badge just like I had on the side of the road what now seemed like a million years ago. “Please step into my office.”

I turned, swaying my hips as I strutted back in the door and held it open for him to walk through. I shut it behind us and clicked the lock.

“So, what can I do so you don’t close me down?” I asked, my voice a throaty whisper as I traced my finger down his shirt, batting my lashes when I dragged my thumb over his belt buckle and down the front of his pants. He was already hard and huge as I palmed his cock through the fabric, squeezing every time it pulsed against my hand.

He unhooked his gun belt and laid it down on the chair next to the wall.

“Can we work something out? You seem a little stressed.” I sank to my knees. “I’d love to help you relax, Sergeant.”

“Oh yeah?” He dug his hand into my hair, slowly weaving his fingers through the strands before he grabbed a fistful and pulled my head back. “I’d love that pretty mouth around my cock.”

I made quick work of his belt buckle and zipper, dragging his pants and boxers down. I peered up at him as I took him slowly into my mouth, taking my time to work my tongue up and down, tracing along the vein down the side and pulling him to the back of my throat.

He muttered a “Fuck” as I sucked him harder, digging my nails into his ass to take him even deeper. My eyes started to tear as I kept going, loving this fantasy so much more than I’d expected as I moaned around his cock and dragged my nails down his thighs.

“Up,” he said, spearing his hand into my hair and pulling my head back until he fell out of my mouth. “Both hands on the desk and spread your legs.”

I stood and unbuckled my jeans, cursing myself for picking the ones so tight on my full hips when he hauled them down my legs along with my panties. I guessed Jude was on a break and we didn’t have much time, but he was making every second count.

“Sowet. I bet you taste so fucking sweet.” My knees buckled as he swirled his finger around my very hard, very wet clit. I bit the inside of my cheek to muffle the needy whimpers falling from my lips.

He slipped two fingers inside me as he draped his other hand over my throat and turned my head, kissing me hard and deep.

“Is this what you want?” He teased the tip of his cock up and down my soaked core. “You want me to fuck you right here?”

“God, yes,” I pleaded, reaching back to push him into me.

Jude cupped his hand over my mouth as he thrust inside me hard and quick.

“Don’t scream. Make a mess all over my cock, but don’t scream.”

He took his hand away from my mouth and yanked the hem of my sweater up to my neck. He pulled at the fabric of my bra so hard I thought it would rip in half until I spilled out of the cups. I arched my back when he cupped my breasts and teased both nipples between his fingers, still plunging inside me so hard my eyes kept rolling to the back of my head. It was too much sensation all at once, and I had no idea how not to scream when I finally came all over him.

“You’re my Claudia.Alwaysmy Claudia,” he grunted in my ear as he started moving faster and deeper, so deep I had to hold on to my desk to stay upright. “I love you so much.”

“Stay in character, babe,” I said, turning my head to catch his mouth in a sloppy kiss. He brought his hand back to my clit, and with three circles, I lost it, a blinding throb taking over the lower half of my body as wave after wave of my climax washed over me.

Jude flipped me around, lifting me onto my desk and driving back into me just as hard. Our eyes locked as he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my head down, pointing my gaze to where he was sliding in and out of me.

“Watch. Watch how good we are.”

He shuddered against me, clenching his arm around my waist until his head fell into the crook of my neck and a garbled, guttural moan dropped from his lips.

“Holy shit,” I said, the entire lower half of my body shaking as I tried to stand up. “Could we make this a thing for the next fifty years? Because—” I fell onto Jude when he stepped back “—like, fucking wow.”

“Yeah, my heart is about to break through my rib cage,” Jude panted as he held on to the edge of the desk.