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I’d learned in the academy that to be a female police officer, you had to develop a thick skin and handle a certain amount of ballbusting to have a chance of surviving.
Despite my preference for leaner, smaller men, the most animalistic part of me could appreciate just how well-built this stranger was.
Same girlie 😭
Something about her had made me want to take care of her, though the vibe she’d put out was that she was more than capable without me. I’d gone to bed with her face in my mind and my dick in my hand.
oh!
I risked a peek at her and saw her studying a small piece of paper. She looked around and then raised her arms, letting them fall down and slap the outside of her thighs. I stifled a groan at the way her muscles jigged slightly and caused the flash of an image of how those thighs might quake if I were between them.
“Why? Why did you step in front of the gun?” His hands squeezed my arms gently. I could feel my body sway toward him as though an invisible tether pulled me closer. “You saved my sister’s life when I couldn’t.”
“You know this is called the corpse pose.” A low rumble akin to a laugh moved through my chest. “I did not.” As the instructor moved around the small space, she paused by us. “Eyes closed. Breathe.” Val looked at me again, warily. I nodded. “You heard the lady. Dead body.” After a beat, I added, “It’s all right. You’re safe with me.”
this is so weird, no chemistry and no build up at all
“Do you feel zen yet?” She peeked at me through one slitted eye, a suppressed laugh teasing the corners of her mouth as it twitched. “So fucking zen.”
“Is this far enough?” My hand stayed planted on her ankle, and I leaned far forward, stretching her leg. “Deeper.” The husk in her voice sent a bolt of lightning straight down my spine, and it settled between my thighs.
