“Shut up, Korbin.” Heat rose to my neck and my face, and I looked back down before he could keep pushing it.
“Seriously, P, what happened to y—?”
Just then, a call came through, alarm blaring as the dispatcher referred the location and status over the speaker. I started to stand when a sharp pain sliced through my gut, and I doubled over just as Korbin looked away from me to glance at the report screen. Trying not to show anything on my face, I lowered myself back down into the chair. Korbin turned around to look at me, frowning.
“Are you not coming?”
“Not today,” I said. “Hansen wants me to stick around and do this paperwork.”
“Paperwork, sure,” Korbin said. He winked at me, but when his gaze caught sight of my swollen lip one last time, a flicker of concern crossed over his features.
“Paisley,” he started again, but I waved him off.
“Go,” I said. “Be safe.”
He turned with resignation, gathering up his boots before heading to the bay. Tanner Rey, who had returned to work just recently, followed, shooting me a snarky look over his shoulder. It didn’t seem to matter what was going on in his life or mine; he disapproved of me just the same as he always had.
As soon as the firetruck pulled away, Hansen appeared in the kitchen, poking his head around the door to make sure we were in the clear. When he saw that it was just the two of us, he leaned down and kissed me gently, lips parting in an invitation, the thumb on the one hand resting against my cheek.
“How are you feeling?” he asked. I shrugged, then pulled his face closer to mine.
“Better now.”
“Good, I—”
“Don’t talk,” I said, putting one finger to his lips. “Just come with me.”
Taking Hansen’s hand in mine, I pulled him out of the kitchen and towards his office, closing the door behind us. He opened his mouth to ask what I was up to but then closed it again when I clicked the lock into place, eyes scanning his face, a primal hunger gnawing in my stomach.
“You’re something else, aren’t you?”
“So I’ve been told.” I pushed Hansen up against the desk, fingers slowly working the buttons on his shirt, thumb caressing the bare skin on his chest. Hansen braced both hands against the desk, breathless, as my lips touched his, teasing him. With one hand still on his chest, I sank to the floor on my knees, kissing his abdomen, tongue lightly etching a groove in his skin.
“Christ,” he groaned, hands tightening automatically on the desk. Grinning, I used one hand to unbutton his slacks, fingers skimming the area right above his penis, taunting him. I pulled the slacks down, and the boxers followed. Hansen gasped for breath as I wrapped my hands steady and secure around his hard-on, stroking the edge. I leaned forward and rested my lips on the shaft of his penis, groaning.
Hansen’s body went taut, hips thrusting forward with anticipation as I took him entirely in my mouth, pulling back ever so gently and then retaking him. One hand lost its grip on the desk, and Hansen tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back to look into my eyes. I smirked up at him, one hand still gripping his penis as I stood and kissed him hard, my tongue slipping between his teeth. He pressed his body into mine as one hand still worked on his penis, the other hand pulling me in so he could kiss me deeper. My fingers quickened in a steady, gentle rhythm as he kissed my mouth, neck, and one of my nipples under the thin material of my shirt.
A few minutes later, Hansen fell into a euphoric release, and I grinned, my lips resting against his chest as I sank into him, skin flushed with pink. He put his forehead to mine, and I closed my eyes, holding him against me.
“Back to work,” I murmured. “I’d hate for someone to catch us.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Hansen said. I winked at him, stepping back so he could pull up his pants and button them. Once we’d composed ourselves, we walked out of the office hand-in-hand, making our way to the kitchen for a cold drink. I sipped a bottle of water, then leaned forward to kiss him again, lips lingering on his.
“Ahem,” said a voice behind us. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
Hansen straightened up so quickly he almost tripped over his own feet. Standing in the doorway was a short, slightly balding man with a pot belly and stern face.
“Mayor Jensen,” I said pleasantly. Hansen couldn’t seem to find the words for anything, really.
“Yes. Hello, Miss Hill. I remember you,” the mayor said, but he didn’t offer his hand, so I didn’t offer mine.
“What can we do for you, Mayor?” Hansen asked, his customarily composed and in-charge demeanor replaced suddenly with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“I’m impressed you’re still here,” grunted the mayor, looking back at me. His eyes passed over the bruise on my face and the fattened lip, but he didn’t say anything about it. He turned around to look at Hansen while I stared on in shock. “I heard about the mishap with the motor vehicle accident the other day. It sounds like Miss Hill disobeyed a direct order—again.”
“What are you talking about?” I demanded, but Hansen cocked his finger, barely, in my direction, so I bit my tongue.
“She saved a little girl’s life, actually,” he said to the mayor. “She’s a hero.”
