Hot Cop

by Laurelin Paige

He’s hot. Like, I-forgot-what-I-was-going-to-say hot. I-should-have-shaved-my-legs hot. Here’s-my-panties-sorry-they’re-so-wet hot

He’s not just fit—he’s mega fit. He’s, like, can-I-touch-your-guns fit,

“Now if you were wearing that outfit, the answer would be a definite yes.”

I absolutely do not want to go out with Officer-I’ve-already-stolen-your-panties-Kelly

Dinner, drinks, handcuffs—the Kelly Trio—and

Logan O’Toole

VPU—Very Personal Use—and

Officer Panty-Thief Kelly. Officer I’m-Sexy-in-Blue-Jeans-Too Kelly. Officer I’m-Not-Wearing-My-Sunglasses-and-Now-You-Must-Drown-in-My-Eyes Kelly.

Now this is what they mean by ovaries exploding. Mine are exploding. They’ve exploded. Kaboom. His manly aura has sent signals to my baby-makers and caused instant combustion. That’s how hot this man is. And he’s not even in his uniform

any silence between strangers is awkward. Especially when the stranger is six feet of pure sex and it’s oozing off of him like a contagion that I’m afraid I’m about to catch—if I haven’t gotten it already— and when I do, there’s every chance I’ll jump on top of the counter behind me, spread my legs, and beg him to come on in.

It’s been so long since I’ve been attracted to a guy. I mean, really attracted. To the point where I’m sure that my vibrator can’t compare with even what I just imagine about his fingers.

my hand drops to my belt, working it open so I can give my cock a few rough yanks as I continue eating her.

Nailing it and bailing it.

“Oh God,” she murmurs. Her hand is back to playing under her shirt. “Oh God, oh God.” “You can call me Chase,”

a man should know how to make at least three different meals: one for a woman, one for family meals, and one for a church funeral potluck

I think she’s the sexiest, smartest woman I’ve ever known.

Maybe I really wanted to believe I had super sperm?

But as she gives me a cute little wink and I give her a semi-playful, semi-I-hate-you-so-much-right-now spank on the ass, I wonder if she even realizes the truth beyond my sperm and beyond my body. It’s already all for her

She’s happy with me inside her. She trusts me and opens to me, and that means more to me than I can even really explain to myself.

“Someone needs to remind you when I’m not around.”

“But what, Livia? But you weren’t going to tell me? But you were just going to let another man touch you and want you?”

“We might be a lot of things,” I say in a low voice. “But done is not fucking one of them.”

her body simply feels me and instinctively tries to come

And I’m mean for her because it turns her on, but I’m also a little bit mean for me too. I want to say things to wound her the way I’m wounded. Because this all hurts. I fucking love her and she has a date tonight and I’m jealous as shit and it all hurts

“Go on your date, kitten,” I say, fucking her now with deep, brutal thrusts. “I dare you. You go and see if he makes you feel like I make you feel. But you’re going to go with my baby in your belly, and you’re going to go with my cum dripping down your thigh. You’re going to sit across from him sore and sticky and used. You’re going to sit across from him remembering how hard you come for me and only me.”

He fucked me hard and deep, like he wanted to be all the way inside me. Like he was trying to reach my heart

I love you, and it doesn’t mean I’m not afraid. It means you’re worth being afraid for

you’re so afraid of losing the thing you want that you won’t let yourself have it in the first place

Livia working in a library is like an alcoholic working in a liquor store.

“Twins, Liv! Told you I had super sperm.”