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my cock at her face, and I unloaded from the depths of my balls. My head knocked back, a deep groan released from my throat. I convulsed over and over in her hand as she jerked me to the last drop she caught on her tongue and swilled around.
    Dropping back to the couch, I hauled Ashe on top of me.
    We still had some serious fucking to do but I smoothed my hands down her back. “What the hell was that?”
    “I like to be in control.”
    “I gathered.” Did I ever. “My turn next.”
    “Suits me fine.”
    Her mouth tasted of my come when I coiled my tongue inside. “I think my head just exploded.”
    “Yeah, it did. In my mouth.”
    “Jesus, Ashe.”
    “What? Just because I’m a police officer doesn’t mean I’m a prude.”
    “No shit.” She was my off-duty hottie.
    I manhandled her off the couch, her legs wrapped around my waist and her tits brushing against my chest. I held her ass in my hands, pushing my fingertips beneath the lacy thong strap peeking out at the sides of her pants.
    “Where we going?” She darted her tongue along the cords of my neck.
    “Bed.”
    “Good answer.”
    “Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ genius.”
    My cock slid against the heat of her leather-clad pussy with every step I took. Whaddya know? I was hard again, just like that.
    Ashe laughed when my hands slipped on her butt.
    “Shuddup,” I murmured. “Leather is slippery.”
    “So’s my pussy.”
    And with that, I knew we weren’t making it to the bed. Guess what? There was a perfectly good low dresser just inside the bedroom. Better yet? A big ass mirror hung right in front of it.
    Sliding Ashe to her feet, I spun her around. She faced the mirror. I stood behind her. I reached in front of her and popped the buttons on her body-molded black leathers. She kicked off her boots, rolled her hips, and thrust out her boobs.
    Seeing her in the mirror, I couldn’t concentrate on the task at hand. Not with the orange flowers curling along her midriff and her breasts peaked by rose-colored nipples. I plucked them, and she arched to my twisting fingertips.
    “Too hard?” I sucked the slope of her shoulder, landing my gaze on hers in the mirror.
    “I like it hard.”
    Good answer.
    I swirled her nipples between my fingers until they turned bright red. Then I wet my fingertips and went back at it again. Ashe shuddered against me, reaching behind to grab my thighs. She ran her hands to my ass, digging in with her nails. My cock drizzled a line of come across the base of her spine.
    “Need you naked, babe.”
    “You’re the one who— oooh —stopped to play with my tits.”
    “Your fault for having such sexy tits,” I grunted.
    Finally, I unzipped her. She shimmied her hips. I slid the clinging pants down her legs. Tossing them aside, I rose behind her. All she wore now was a triangle of peekaboo white lace with fragile straps over her hips and—when I leaned back—down the cleft of her ass.
    I snapped the thin elastic against her bottom. “What do we have here, Officer?”
    She wound her arms around my neck, which lifted her tits and pressed her ass against my cock. “Looks like a very nasty girl, Brodie. What are you going to do to me?”
    Her ink curled around her body, and the slim green stem of the flowers finally ended on her little left hipbone. I ran my fingers across it, hooking her gaze with mine in the mirror. My temperature went up a few million degrees when she gyrated against me, her slate-colored irises turning blacker by the minute.
    Grabbing the fragile sides of her g-string, I snapped the material in two, slinging it to the floor.
    I grasped my cock and slapped it across her ass. “I want to fuck you.” My piercings left red marks on her butt. I liked it.
    Gripping her around her waist, I drew her against me with my cock arrowed between her legs. She looked down. Her wet pussy surrounded me in a vise of swollen soft flesh upon long rock hard dick.
    “Christ,” she whimpered.
    My cock appeared between her