She continued to pump him. He was rock hard now, and the way he thrust into her hand, she knew he wasn’t far off. But where would it go? Could shedrop to her knees? Her inner wild child wanted to straddle him in his chair and ride him like a pony.
His fingers picked up vigor, and before long, Krista was bucking into his hand, eager for the orgasm that hid just beyond the bend.
“You’re going to destroy me,” he whispered, his teeth catching on her ear, his breath ragged and strained.
She nipped his chin. “That’s the plan.”
His hand fell back down to hers to halt her efforts. “You can stop … I can wait.”
They locked eyes, his own digits tirelessly tormenting her inside her jeans. “B-but.”
“Come for me, Krista. And then we’ll go home and I’m going to fuck you properly.”
She swallowed. What a promise.
“Come for me.”
Chapter 19
Once they got back to the house, Brock grabbed a black fabric bag he’d deliberately left hanging on the coat hook and tossed it to Krista. “Put this on.”
She snatched the small bag midair as they stood at the bottom of the stairs.
She opened up the bag to peer inside, and Brock had to work hard at keeping a straight face. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide.
He didn’t so much as blink. “I’m in charge tonight, but that doesn’t mean you can’t look the part of little Miss Authority.”
A smile tugged on her lips.
He nodded, spun on his heel and headed downstairs. “I’ll meet you downstairs in the study.”
Now he had to get things ready. Most of it already was, but he wanted to light a fire, dim the lights and double-check he had everything he needed. The night needed to be perfect.
It didn’t take his woman long to get dressed. She was probably just as eager as he was.
He was already sporting a raging hard-on just thinking about her in the getup he’d found for her to wear. Now he was finally going to see it.
“Come in,” he commanded after she’d knocked on the door.
Slowly, almost painfully so—no, definitely painfully so, his dick was practically throbbing in his jeans—the doorknob turned, and there she was. Thesexiest sexy cop he’d ever laid eyes on.
Even though the date night had been all his mother’s idea, Brock thought up and executed the “sexy police officer” costume all on his own. Thankfully, the adult novelty store next to his dry cleaner had exactly what he needed, and Krista wore it perfectly. She’d braided her hair into a single plait down her back before fixing the big costume officer’s hat on her head. The way her breasts filled out that navy and brass-buttoned crop top made his balls ache and his cock jerk. And of course, what officer’s uniform wasn’t complete without a miniskirt, black thigh-highs and black stilettos? He hadn’t included shoes in the bag, so she must have found a pair of her own. He loved that she was into this as much as he was.
Brock had never role-played before, but the way Krista was so open to things, and the fact that she constantly battled him for control, made him all the more eager to really get his sassy little officer on her knees. He’d ditched his leather jacket and sweater and now just sported his white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the first two buttons at his neck undone.
“You’ve been bad,ConstableMatthews,” he said, causing her eyes to fly up to his.
She swallowed. “Have I? How so?”
“You’re supposed to be an officer of the law, and yet you choose to act above it. Behaving the way you did in public, in a movie theater no less.”
Her long, sexy throat undulated.
“Those are grounds for some serious punishment.”
She swallowed again and then nodded, her sapphire eyes glittering as an amused smile tugged at her lips. Slowly, she made her way across to the room to stand in front of him.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
