“I lied to myself. Told myself I hated you for leaving. For lying.”
“But you didn’t?” Her voice is small and I slip out of my slacks, getting into bed in just my boxer briefs. I pull her close, but her shoulders are tight.
“No. I didn’t. Just hated myself because I didn’t have you.”
“And now?”
“Now? Things are different, pixie. I have you. And Rosa. And everything I need.”
“You don’t miss it?”
“Miss what?”
“The life.”
I hum, thinking about it. “Sometimes. Some parts of it. I don’t miss the two-faced smiles, the way people only respected power. I don’t miss the drugs or the booze or the chaos. I miss Diego, but he visits.”
“That’s how I feel. I miss the people but not the lifestyle of being a cop,” she admits.
It’s the first time she’s talked about leaving the force.
Of course, it’s not like they gave her a choice. She’s listed as one of my accomplices.
“Do you regret it?”
“Leaving Chicago PD?”
I nod, my heart racing a bit. What if she does? What if she wants to go back?
She slowly shakes her head, and my heartrate slows.
“I don’t regret a single decision I made. They all brought me here. With you and Rosa.”
Sophia climbs into my lap, straddling my hips and pressing her hot core down against my growing erection.
“I have plenty of regrets, but none about you,” I say honestly, my hands bracing on her hips. I watch her hips roll, her breasts bounce. It’s a better view than the beach from our bedroom, and that’s saying something.
She scoots back on my thighs to pull down my boxer briefs, freeing my erection. My dick is at full mast now, and bounces against my belly.
I take myself in hand as she positions herself above me, and the way she slowly lowers herself on my cock makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“Sophia, fuck,” I curse, and she smiles at the praise, taking my hands and placing them on her breasts. I let out a long breath and squeeze, loving the way her peaked nipples press against my palms. “Wish you could see how fucking good you look riding me. I need to invest in a ceiling mirror.”
She throws her head back, laughing, arching her back as the laugh turns into a moan.
I could watch her do this all day. I grit my teeth as she starts to bounce on my cock. Well, maybe not all day. I definitely won’t make it more than a few more minutes if she keeps up that pace.
I guide her along my dick with my hands on her hips, bouncing her when her thighs start to tremble.
“Oh, Luca,” she gasps, and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, pixie. Make a mess. Come all over me,” I rasp, and she cries out my name, grinding her hips down when she comes.
I feel her pussy clenching around me and I groan loudly, taking hold of her hips and bouncing her wildly, thrusting up into her.She doesn’t mind, her moans starting to stutter as she goes limp in my grasp.
I roar when I finally come inside her and she giggles, collapsing against me and kissing all over my face.
“You like me on top,” she teases. “You always come so fast.”
