The sound of sticks cracking catches my attention, and I break the kiss for a second. Laiken whimpers, lifting her head to try to reconnect our mouths, but that’s not going to happen. Not when there are two cops standing ten feet away from us. “All right,” the one says. “Show us your hands.” Laiken whines, not thinking clearly from being wrapped up in her impending orgasm. “Does he have to? It’s a little occupied at the moment.” Unable to help myself, I drop my head onto her shoulder and laugh. “Babe, it’s the cops.” “Oh,” she says, her mouth forming into a circle. “Well, shit.” Slowly and
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