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against the wall. Leaning further down so I could nip her ear, then I whispered, “Now what did you forget?”
    My lips pressed against her smooth, warm neck. I kept pecking until I reached her ear again.
    “Tell me,” I asked, “What did you forget?”
    She sighed, then said, “To call.”
    I pulled back, letting her go and begin to pat her down. Once I found my treasure, I pulled out her phone and unlocked it to plug my number in there. Holding it up to her, I said, “See, Ryan McFadden.”
    Her lips were parted, displaying a peek of her white teeth and pink tongue. I pressed the call button so I would have the number, then hung up. She snatched the phone from me and put it in her pocket.
    “What do you want?” Her lip was turned up.
    “A chance.”
    “That’ll never happen.”
    I shook my head, then said, “No, it could. The grocery store refrigerator, you told me it could.”
    “No, I didn’t!” She exclaimed.
    “Oh, yes you did.” I got back in her space again, “Your mouth, that tongue, and those fingers told me everything I needed to know.”
    She inhaled, “No.”
    “Oh, sweetness. You did. Told you. One taste got me hooked.”
    Her lips were still parted and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She was as hot as I was. Damn, the consequences, I went in and took her mouth. She did not fight me at all. Instead, her hands went straight for my hair. My body pressed into hers as I rocked my hips into her. A moan escaped her mouth and I swallowed it, taking more of her. Grabbing her ass, I squeezed tighter, pressing her center into me. Her hips started to move against me and goddamn, I was getting hard.
    I pulled away.
    We were both panting with wide eyes, staring at the other.
    “Fuck.” I sighed as I regained my composure. “Why are you fighting this?”
    “You know why,” she breathed and readjusted her bag.
    “Stop.”
    “You don’t…”
    “I said, stop.” Putting my finger to her mouth. “Thursday night. What are you doing?”
    She grabbed my finger and moved it down between her breasts again. “I have class.”
    “Saturday night?”
    She looked at me with squinted eyes.
    “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    WOOP.
    We both turned to see the patrol car ride up.
    “Let’s go, lover boy, got a call,” Sal yelled out of the car.
    “Fuck,” she gasped and looked the other way.
    “Let’s go.” I grabbed her hand.
    “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
    “Oh, yes the fuck you are. You’re not going home this late. You live on the other side of town. It’s too late for you to be traveling by yourself.”
    “Excuse me, Officer, but I’ve been traveling by myself for longer than you’ve been in that uniform. I can take care of myself. Thank you.”
    “Well, not on my watch. You’re not.”
    I went to pull her, but she pulled back
    “I am not getting in that car with you.” She shook her head, fear evident in her eyes.
    “Fine, I’ll drop you off at a corner of the subway station.” I exhaled at the absurdity of these fucking unspoken rules.
    “I can get there. I don’t need your help.” She remained adamant.
    “D’asia,” I walked her back up against the wall. “You are going to get your ass in that car, even if I need to carry you. I will not, in good conscience, let you leave me and wonder about whether you got home or not. So which way will it be? Walk or be carried?”
    She snatched her hand away from mine and walked ahead of me. Murmuring something about, bossy policemen with badges and kicking my ass.
    “Howdy,” Sal turned to smile at her.
    “Howdy,” she replied in a bored tone.
    “Hey, D’asia.” Jesse said when she closed the door.
    “Hey, Jess, you in trouble?” She asked in concern.
    “Naw, Ryan is my cousin. I am going on a ride along. I’m thinking of being a police officer.”
    “Hmm,” she replied. “I see. So you got into this car willingly?”
    Sal burst out laughing as I pulled into traffic. I shook my head.
    “Yeah,” Jesse