brushed her fingers along her wet, swollen lips.
Sally tilted her head to one side.
“Yeah,” Angela squeaked. She cleared her throat. “Everything’s fine.”
At least until eight o’clock tonight.
Jake finished dressing, his heart pounding.
It’d taken him five minutes after Angela’s departure to get himself under control, every nerve in his body screaming for him to take matters in hand and duck into the washroom before going out on patrol.
He’d decided not to on principle—he had more self-control than that.
Even for Angela.
Especially for Angela.
He wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of pushing him over the edge with nothing more than a tickle of her finger and a sly come-hither look.
And he knew she’d know.
One look at his face the next time they met, and she’d know he’d raced into the bathroom stall and grabbed himself, stroked himself to completion over the memory of their brief meeting and the promise of more to come.
No,
he snarled internally.
I need to show her I’m a better choice than Hunter.
The game’s afoot, as Sherlock Holmes would say.
Bet he never had to fight with Watson over a woman.
He buckled up his gun belt and looked at himself in the travel mirror hanging on the inside of his locker door, right next to the pocket calendar. He’d marked this week with a stroke of his red pen.
She went to see Hunter.
Lord knows what he’s already tried to do with her.
To her.
Jake headed out to his patrol car, his mind already working on a plan.
Hunter figures I won’t do anything, because I’m on duty. So does Angela. That’s why she came to visit, put me back on my heels.
Let’s prove them both wrong.
My office has four wheels.
And I like to play dirty.
Angela left the campus parking lot, her lips still burning from Hunter’s harsh kiss.
If he’d pushed it, if he’d gone that little bit further—
Hunter reached behind him and swept the papers off his desk with a jerk of his hand.
Angela whimpered as he put his hands on her waist and lifted her to sit on the desk.
“Shush.” He tapped her lips with his index finger. “We’re in school, remember? Don’t want to let the teacher know we’re hiding here in the back room.” Hunter kissed her again. “Be as quiet as you can—otherwise, we’ll be in detention and I won’t get to do this until we’re allowed to go home.”
His hands made fast work of her blouse, undoing the buttons with a swiftness she’d forgotten.
Hunter yanked it behind her back, effectively trapping her hands. She slid her knuckles against the polished wood as she tried to pull free.
“No, no.” He smirked. “You don’t get to play yet.”
He placed both hands on her knees, right at the edge of her skirt. She gasped as they rode up, skimming along her skin.
His hands were on her, in her, slick and caressing the spot he’d first discovered through their juvenile fumbling—his fingers pressing and fluttering right there as he leaned in and bit on her earlobe, the shock and pain mingling to burn out her senses like a fuse shorting out—
The car bumped along the safety strip marking the side of the road, startling her out of the daydream.
Angela yanked on the steering wheel and brought the car back between the lines.
Her mind jumped around the two encounters, trying to make some sense of what she’d been told.
What she’d instigated.
Angela flashed back to her meeting with Jake. He’d been shocked—unlike Hunter, who took it all in stride.
Jake, God bless him, had looked like a deer in the headlights when she’d challenged him on their lackluster pursuit.
Angela squirmed in the car seat, the image of the near-naked man flashing clear in her mind.
Who knows what they could have done if she’d pushed it further, not turned and walked out of the locker room.
If she had stayed and taken command of the situation.
“Stay still,” she commanded.
Angela ran her hand back under the elastic waistband, adding
Sally tilted her head to one side.
“Yeah,” Angela squeaked. She cleared her throat. “Everything’s fine.”
At least until eight o’clock tonight.
Jake finished dressing, his heart pounding.
It’d taken him five minutes after Angela’s departure to get himself under control, every nerve in his body screaming for him to take matters in hand and duck into the washroom before going out on patrol.
He’d decided not to on principle—he had more self-control than that.
Even for Angela.
Especially for Angela.
He wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of pushing him over the edge with nothing more than a tickle of her finger and a sly come-hither look.
And he knew she’d know.
One look at his face the next time they met, and she’d know he’d raced into the bathroom stall and grabbed himself, stroked himself to completion over the memory of their brief meeting and the promise of more to come.
No,
he snarled internally.
I need to show her I’m a better choice than Hunter.
The game’s afoot, as Sherlock Holmes would say.
Bet he never had to fight with Watson over a woman.
He buckled up his gun belt and looked at himself in the travel mirror hanging on the inside of his locker door, right next to the pocket calendar. He’d marked this week with a stroke of his red pen.
She went to see Hunter.
Lord knows what he’s already tried to do with her.
To her.
Jake headed out to his patrol car, his mind already working on a plan.
Hunter figures I won’t do anything, because I’m on duty. So does Angela. That’s why she came to visit, put me back on my heels.
Let’s prove them both wrong.
My office has four wheels.
And I like to play dirty.
Angela left the campus parking lot, her lips still burning from Hunter’s harsh kiss.
If he’d pushed it, if he’d gone that little bit further—
Hunter reached behind him and swept the papers off his desk with a jerk of his hand.
Angela whimpered as he put his hands on her waist and lifted her to sit on the desk.
“Shush.” He tapped her lips with his index finger. “We’re in school, remember? Don’t want to let the teacher know we’re hiding here in the back room.” Hunter kissed her again. “Be as quiet as you can—otherwise, we’ll be in detention and I won’t get to do this until we’re allowed to go home.”
His hands made fast work of her blouse, undoing the buttons with a swiftness she’d forgotten.
Hunter yanked it behind her back, effectively trapping her hands. She slid her knuckles against the polished wood as she tried to pull free.
“No, no.” He smirked. “You don’t get to play yet.”
He placed both hands on her knees, right at the edge of her skirt. She gasped as they rode up, skimming along her skin.
His hands were on her, in her, slick and caressing the spot he’d first discovered through their juvenile fumbling—his fingers pressing and fluttering right there as he leaned in and bit on her earlobe, the shock and pain mingling to burn out her senses like a fuse shorting out—
The car bumped along the safety strip marking the side of the road, startling her out of the daydream.
Angela yanked on the steering wheel and brought the car back between the lines.
Her mind jumped around the two encounters, trying to make some sense of what she’d been told.
What she’d instigated.
Angela flashed back to her meeting with Jake. He’d been shocked—unlike Hunter, who took it all in stride.
Jake, God bless him, had looked like a deer in the headlights when she’d challenged him on their lackluster pursuit.
Angela squirmed in the car seat, the image of the near-naked man flashing clear in her mind.
Who knows what they could have done if she’d pushed it further, not turned and walked out of the locker room.
If she had stayed and taken command of the situation.
“Stay still,” she commanded.
Angela ran her hand back under the elastic waistband, adding
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