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Jonas and Derek stood up, then headed to the door. Derek flashed Janine a grin just before he closed the door behind him.

Liam walked toward the cell, his gaze locked on her face. “So you got yourself arrested after all.”

An allusion to the previous time they’d played cop and prisoner. She smiled. “Officer O’Neill.”

“I tried to talk the captain into letting you go, but he ran a check on your license and found you have a slew of unpaid traffic tickets. In addition to the nudity charge, he thinks you should stay put.”

“So”—she stroked her hand along her upper arm, then under her breast—“there’s nothing I can do to convince you to let me out of here?”

“Well, I didn’t say that. Maybe if you’re very cooperative, I could convince him to reconsider.”

Hormones flooded through her and she widened her legs and cupped her breast. “I can be very cooperative.”

He smiled. “Yes, I remember.”

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Liam’s gaze locked on her breasts as she squeezed them, then pressed them together. Her soft flesh swelled forward, and her nipples peeked out from between her fingers. She drew her hands down her torso, stroking her silky flesh, then stroked up over her breasts, continuing over her shoulders and back down her arms.

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She turned and lay down on the cot. His cock swelled painfully in his pants as she stroked up and down her body, teasing her nipples, then stroking down her stomach, then back up. She pinched her hard nipples. He could imagine the tight little buds between his own fingertips and almost groaned. As she cupped a breast with one hand, the other traveled down to her golden pubic hairs, trimmed into that cute little star shape, and petted for a moment before drifting lower. He sucked in a breath as her fingers glided over the folds between her legs.

He watched as the tip of her finger dipped into her slit, then pushed inside. As she pressed her finger in and out, he could imagine her soft, velvety opening around his fingers.

“What does it feel like?” His gaze, locked on her moving finger, left no doubt what he was asking.

“Hot and wet.”

Unable to stand it any longer, he grabbed the key Derek had left on the coffee table and opened the door, then walked toward her. She watched him approach with half-lidded eyes. She slid a second finger inside as he sat on the cot beside her.

“Are you going to touch me, Officer O’Neill?” she asked in a throaty voice.

“Yes.” He cupped her breast. The soft flesh filled his hand and the tight bud pressed into his palm.

God, she had a delightful body. He watched her two fingers push in and out of her slit as he dragged his hand from her warm breast and trailed it down her stomach. Then he stroked the star with his fingertips. He longed to be inside that sweet pussy of hers.

He leaned down and captured a distended nipple in his mouth. His tongue found the tight, pebbly aureola and stroked it. She moaned softly. He licked, then sucked, drawing the hard nub deep into his mouth. Her fingers forked through his hair as he continued to pull on her nipple, and soft sounds emanated from her throat.

He ached to be inside her … but first he wanted to taste her. He stood up and moved to the end of the cot. He knelt down and wrapped his hands around her legs, then pulled her downward until her calves draped over the end, her feet resting on the floor. He pressed her thighs wide and leaned toward her. He grasped her hand and drew it from her depths, then wrapped his lips around her slick fingers and sucked. Releasing them, he leaned forward and licked the length of her slick folds. He pressed his tongue to her opening and pushed it inside, tasting her sweet femininity.

He probed along her slit with his fingers until he found her clit, then pulled the fleshy folds apart so he could see it. He dragged his tongue toward it, then lapped over the tiny button. She sucked in air, her fingers moving through his hair as she arched against him.

He drew away and smiled up at her. “You like that?”

“Yes, Officer O’Neill.”

“You want me to keep doing it?”

“Yes, please, Officer O’Neill.”

He chuckled, then licked her again. At her soft moan, his gut tightened. He loved giving her pleasure.

He stroked her clitoris with his tongue, savoring her murmurs of delight. His fingers slipped inside her and he stroked as he continued to tease her sensitive nub with his mouth. She arched against him, her fingers twisting in his hair. He stroked faster and sucked on her clit. She moaned, then writhed beneath him as he twirled his fingers inside and flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit.

Finally, she wailed her release.

Once she collapsed on the cot, he stood up and moved to the side of it. She smiled and sat up, then ran her fingers over the straining bulge in his pants. She tugged his zipper down and reached inside.


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