“Thank you,” I said softly, glancing up into his eyes.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes,” I sighed as he slid his arms inside the jacket, going around my waist. “Much better.”
“Good.”
“Good,” I sighed.
Without another word, he pulled me close. My body melted into his. I could feel his cock growing as it pressed against my thigh.
I lifted my chin and opened my mouth a little.
He pressed his lips to mine.
His tongue slid into my mouth.
His hands moved to my ass.
He dug his fingers into my ass and ground my cunt into his cock.
I closed my eyes and sighed into his mouth.
Ed would have been furious if he had known that I was in Sean O’Connor’s arms.
Joanie would have called me an idiot and a slut.
Danzig would have been jealous.
Lou and Lester would have reminded Ed yet again that women had no place in undercover police work.
I’d say fuck them all.
I was just taking one for the team.
Claire
Suddenly, there was no one else in the world but me and Sean O’Connor. The street below and the stars above seemed to fade away in the darkness. All I could see was his face. All I could feel were his hands on my body. All I could taste what his tongue in my mouth.
My brain was screaming, commanding me to pull away and run.
The rest of my body, the fun parts, the parts
that didn’t get to come out and play very often, were telling my brain to fuck off.
I could satisfy my lust and still do my job.
I could sleep with Sean O’Connor and still be objective.
I was playing a role, I told myself.
This wasn’t real.
I was not Claire McAfee, undercover police detective.
I was Claire Goodman, horny secretary.
Even with the alcohol running through my veins I knew I was trying to rationalize the irrational, but I was too caught up in the moment to care.