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“You look like trouble.” I dragged my mouth across his and bit his bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he panted, gripping my biceps and lowering his hands to rest on my bulge. “Are you gonna give this to me?”

“You want it? You better get on your knees and show me how much.” Okay, that was cheesy.

But it worked. Waylon dropped to his knees and tugged my jeans and boxer briefs over my ass. My cock sprang forward and bopped his nose. He chuckled, meeting my gaze as he adjusted his grip and stroked me from base to tip. That was nice.

I liked it better when he used his mouth. Mmm. I widened my stance till the denim pooled at my feet, then slipped my fingers in his hair, content to watch the show and marvel at how fucking good he was at sucking dick.

Waylon glided his tongue along my shaft and massaged my balls like a boss. He circled my crown lazily, pausing to smear precum on his thumb and lick it clean.

“Taste good too,” he purred.

I pulled his hair. Not too hard, but enough to convey a sense of urgency. “Fuck that. Just…suck me. Do it.”

Thank God, he didn’t make me beg. Waylon opened wide and took me in, sucking me to the root. He bobbed his head, stroking any part of me he couldn’t fit in his mouth. He was good at this. Too good. A tingle of pleasure skittered up my spine, and there was no way I was done with him. Not yet.

I set a hand on Waylon’s forehead and guided him to his feet. Our mouths crashed as we fell onto the bed, shoving off the last of our clothing and pushing the covers aside. And then he was naked against me.

We humped, grinding our hips to get the most out of the delicious slide of our cocks. I couldn’t remember anything ever feeling so damn hot. I feasted on Waylon’s mouth, holding his face and sucking his tongue as I pinned him to the mattress. He hiked his legs around my waist and arched, breaking the kiss. I licked his exposed neck, trailing the flat of my tongue over his Adam’s apple, nuzzling my nose in his beard.

Waylon was pure male—lean yet grizzly, tough-looking yet surprisingly supple. It was as if he wanted me to take him apart, but he was gonna make me work for the honor. At that moment, I could think of nothing I’d rather do.

I sank my teeth into his shoulder and rose on my elbows to meet his gaze.

“Is there a problem, Officer?” he quipped, raking his nails along my side.

My lips quirked. “No problem here. Just wanted to be sure you know what we’re doing.”

Waylon reached between us to grip my cock. “Yeah, we’re gonna see what this fucker can do.”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah?”

He tugged at my jaw, fusing our mouths in an almost desperate mash up of lips and teeth. “Mmhmm. Fuck me, Chief.”

Say no more.

I jumped out of bed in search of supplies. I’d come well prepared, hoping my date with the engineer would wind up here. But this was better. Much better.

I set the lube and condoms on the nightstand and climbed between Waylon’s thighs, watching as he jerked himself, his legs parted…hole exposed. I might have salivated.

No kidding. I was reduced to a caveman-like grunt of appreciation that should have been embarrassing, but I was operating on sheer carnal instinct. I had to get my dick into that hole. I uncapped the lube, poured a generous amount on my fingers, and glided one along his entrance.

I massaged the sensitive skin with my right hand, nudging his opening with my middle digit as he stroked his rigid pole. I thought I should offer to take over, but I wasn’t sure I was capable of multitasking.

I slipped a finger inside his tight channel, loving his gasp of approval and wicked grin. I kissed his inner thigh and added another digit. Waylon moaned, his free hand drifting to his right nipple. He rolled the nub and bit his bottom lip as he rode my fingers. Up and down. Up and down.

“Can you take more?” I rasped.

“Unless you have a pencil dick, I probably oughtta—oh, fuck. Yeah.”

I teased Waylon’s prostate till he was nearly incoherent, his fist working his shaft like a water pump, his legs open and feet pressed flat on the mattress. He was on the verge of madness, and I was more than happy to have company.

“Mmhm. Bigger than a pencil, baby,” I hummed, releasing him and reaching for a condom.

I tore the foil with my teeth, rolled it on, and slathered more lube. Then I tapped my sheathed cock at his entrance and pushed.

Waylon went still underneath me. His eyes were wide, sweat glistening on his brow. He looked nervous, as if he’d belatedly realized he’d surrendered control. I wanted to assure him I’d go slow, but I’d been with guys who mistook consideration as an insult. That was okay. The one thing I excelled at was reading people. I liked to think it made me a good cop. And…good in bed.