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Alex Cortez charmed his way into my pants when we were in the police academy together. You never forget your first. And the only. But flirting didn’t equal chemistry, and I realized that quickly. “Hey, baby girl,” he says, coming around the front desk and wrapping his thick arms around me.
I couldn’t allow myself to even consider it—she hated me for leaving, and I couldn’t forgive her for that.
“She has a matching beauty mark.” Lily points to the right apple of her cheek. “It’s like we’re soulmates.”
“Is that a knife strapped to your leg?” She quirks an eyebrow. “Did you just think I was happy to see you, Foxx?”
Her shoulders relax, and she smiles easily; it’s like she needed to hear something kind from someone familiar. And I don’t know why that makes me feel shitty. Griz glances at me. “And by the look on his face, it seems like you’re tipping worlds and taking names, just like she did.”
“You don’t want a nice girl right now, Foxx.” “What do I want, then, hmm?” A small moan crawls up her throat as she says, “You want someone to tell you to be a good boy and do what you’re told.”
“You sound so pretty when you’re pissed off and moaning for me.” I can feel her smile before I see it.
“You’re pretty when you’re pissed off too, Foxx. Too bad I couldn’t get you to moan for me this time.”
“Believe me when I say that I’ve tried to forget. But those sounds you made . . . The way you came so beautifully for me . . .” He lets out a small laugh, and my stomach swoops. “That’s not something a man forgets.” When he moves a few inches closer, I have to suppress a shiver. “So no, I didn’t forget your name. You’re making that really fucking hard for me.”
“You call me Peach like I’m sweet, but Foxx, you know better. I’m the furthest thing from sweet.” “See, that’s where you’re wrong.” I yank her hips forward. The move jerks her closer and forces her chest to press into mine. “I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as what you dripped all over my fingers.”
With my thighs in his grip, he leans down and kisses my pussy, like she’s being so good for him. My breath catches as he parts my lips with his flattened tongue, lapping every inch of her in one deliciously slow swipe. “Oh my god,” I moan.
We both watch as I sink down slowly, my arms braced on his shoulders as I do. His thumb finds my clit instantly and pets her with enough pressure, like she’s being praised for taking him so well.
My cock is fucking hard all over again just thinking about how well your pussy treated him.
I started falling in love with Faye Calloway on the edge of a cornfield, on a stage, over a bottle of bourbon, and every time she’s been in my arms since.
“You show up for your family and the people you care about, and that’s always been what love looks like to me. You are what love looks like to me.”