“Put it away, Rossi,” the officer says.
I glance down and see how hard I am. Tenting my spandex boxers and giving these guys a look at my gigantic cock. One checks his walkie and nods. “He’s not decent, but he’s here.”
I snort at the idea of ever being decent in their eyes, but then the singular reason I’m hard walks in. She has on black slacks and a gray button-up blouse that’s looser than it should be. The open vest on her shirt adds a touch of style and her hair is back in a ponytail, revealing a fresh scar on her neck.
A wave of desire pools in my lower belly. I want to lick that scar, hear the story behind it, behind her victory, because it’s clear it’s her victory. Then I look at her face. She’s pissed. No lipstick, very little makeup, and she still looks fresh-faced despite being pissed that I exist.
“Rossi,” she says. “Put on some pants.”
“You don’t like the view, officer?” I ask,not moving at all. “I know these guys are jealous, but you don’t strike me as someone with dick envy.”
The guys tell her I’m all hers and I’m more than happy to agree. They leave her alone with me and she drops something heavy to the floor. She walks over, not looking once at my hard on, but I see her eyes stroke over me, taking in the lack of tattoos, the additional scars, and then she meets my eyes.
“Did you remember yet, Topina?” I ask, sitting up to watch her.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she dismisses me. “And I’m not a mouse.”
“You researched. How sweet of you.”
She takes a slow deep breath, that has her tits straining against her blouse. I lick over my bottom lip. “Feel free to get comfortable. No need to wear so much.”
“Put on some clothes, Angelo.”
I stand and stare down at her. I raise my hand to touch her and she shows me her phone. “Touch me and you lose your deal.”
“Hardly fun,” I comment.
“This isn’t fun, it’s house arrest. This is some kind of karmic punishment for me, but I’ll make house arrest hell.”
“Are you going to make me eat my veggies? Make me work out? Replace all my weapons with fakes? Destroy everything I love?” I ask.
“Don’t tempt me with what you deserve,” she hisses, staring me down like there’s no height difference, like she’s older and wiser even though I know I have at least ten years on her.
I lick over my bottom lip and see her blush. I edge around her and grab her bag. “You’ll want the room across from mine. Just to do your job, of course. I’d never accuse you of being unprofessional and not disclosing a bias to your team.”
“There is no bias,” she snarls.
“I know you remember fucking me, Luisa. You’re not dense and you’re not forgetful,” I challenge. “You’d be a shit officer if you were.”
She follows me without saying a word and I toss her bag at a closed door. She stares at it, huffs, then bends over. God damn, I want to grab her ass. I’m sure it would take one kiss, drunk or not, and she’d remember. She’d fall into me.
I have more self-control than an animal,though. I have to. Even if my cock is pulsing just looking at her round, spank-able ass. I bet I could be even rougher with her now and she’d take it and love it. I lick over my lips.
She opens the door and throws her bag in. She’s got strength. Good. She faces me and tosses her vest to the side, then kicks off her shoes. I see the taser on her hip and lean against my doorframe.
“Would you like a tour?” I offer.
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Are you going to leave out all the places you’re going to use to escape?”
My face settles into a hard mask. “I’m not escaping, Luisa. I’m staying right here. They’ve got nothing to find me guilty of and there’s plenty I can do while comfortable here..”
“Then you won’t touch me either,” she says, but I know it’s a question.
“No matter how hot my memories of you are and how good you look in your uniform, I’m not threatening my freedom with a good fuck ... or daily good fucks.” I almost groan when her eyes widen. I take a step forward. “Twice daily, however ... gettingwhat you denied me last time ... that might be worth it.”
