Outside the law

Williams sat in his office, sorting through paperwork, when someone knocked on the door.

“Sir, the captain wants to see you.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“The captain? What the hell made him remember I exist?”

“No idea. I was just told to let you know.”

“Hmm. All right. Give me two minutes.”

It had been a long time since the captain had summoned him personally, which made Williams genuinely curious about what the hell was going on.

He didn’t even make it to the captain’s office. They ran into each other in the hallway and headed toward the interrogation room together.

“Sir, you wanted to see me. Something happened?”

“Nothing serious, Williams. I just thought you might know the suspect.”

They stepped into a spacious, brightly lit room with cameras mounted in every corner and took their seats. Across from him sat a stunning woman. Something about her felt familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he knew her from.

“Lieutenant Williams, do you know this woman?”

She lifted her head.

Their eyes met.

Fuck.

“Of course he knows me.” A wicked smile curved her lips. “He’ll remember that night for the rest of his life.”

“Lieutenant?” The captain looked at his slightly stunned officer in confusion.

“Yes, I know her, but I’m not sure I can explain all the details.” Williams kept staring at her.

“I’ll tell you the ‘details.’ He was sitting at a bar, and I was working. And by ‘working,’ I mean the perfectly legal business of being an escort. After a couple of drinks, he decided to ‘hire’ me, but there was one little problem...” She gave him a contemptuous once-over, with more than a hint of desire mixed in. “He couldn’t afford me. Apparently cops get paid like shit.”

While the infuriatingly hot woman kept talking, the details of that unpleasant encounter came flooding back.

He had just closed another case and decided to celebrate at a nice bar. Everyone else had already left, and he was alone. The alcohol was kicking in, and he simply wanted sex. Simple, animal sex. No strings. No romance. Just mindless fucking.

He scanned the women around him, unable to settle on anyone, until he saw her.

His gaze traveled up a perfect leg wrapped in a provocative stocking and lingered on the slit of her skirt, revealing just enough to send any man’s imagination into overdrive. He glanced at her face and hair—and got hard.

She met his eyes, and those few seconds were enough to fill his head with fantasies.

Time to make a move.

He sat down beside her.

“I saw you, and after that I couldn’t look at another woman. Are you free?”

“Depends what kind of ‘free’ you mean.”

“Well, maybe you’re waiting for a jealous boyfriend or a husband who’s running late.”

“In that sense, I’m free.”

“Then the second question is easier. My place or yours?”

“I don’t think”—she looked him up and down, assessing him—“you have enough cash to ask me that question.”

That fucking hurt.

“Don’t play hard to get. How much are you? Five hundred, tops?”

“Two thousand an hour.” She calmly sipped her cocktail.

“Two grand? What, is your pussy made of gold?” He nearly choked on his whiskey.

“Judging by your reaction, there’s no point continuing this conversation.”

“How about this? I give you a hundred bucks, and we make it quick in the nearest bathroom.”

“My panties cost more than what you’re offering. Have a good night.”

She picked up her purse and walked away without another word.

And now here she was, a suspect in some kind of case.

“Well, since you two know each other, I’m sure the interrogation will go beautifully. You don’t need me here.”

For Williams, that meant half the precinct would be watching the interrogation within minutes.

The door shut behind the captain, leaving them alone.

“So?” The beauty stretched lazily in her chair like a cat. “Did you find yourself a ‘quick hole’ that night?”

“What are they accusing you of?” Williams’s gaze slid down her neck and lower.

“I was the last person to see the victim alive, and I don’t have an alibi. Well, I do, but the idiot bartender keeps changing his story.”

“Security cameras?”

“They haven’t found the footage yet.” She climbed onto the table and sat on the edge. “You look incredibly sexy in uniform.”

“Did you kill him?” Williams tried to stay professional despite the fact that his pants were getting uncomfortably tight.

“The client was huge. In every sense of the word. I couldn’t have moved him, much less fought him. Have you even been to the crime scene?”

“No. Honestly, I’m surprised I’m the one interrogating you.”

“Blame my changing moods. I felt like fucking a man in uniform.”

Irritation flared inside him.

“So if I’d been wearing a uniform that damn night...”

“Yes, sweetheart. You would’ve gotten mind-blowing sex for free.”

She slid closer, her spread legs brushing his elbows. Her thin cotton shorts concealed almost nothing, and he could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing panties and that she was... wet.

“You know I can’t do anything right now. There are four cameras in here and half the precinct is watching me. If I so much as touch you, I’m fired.”

“Oh, I know perfectly well that what I’m doing is outside the law.”

Her hand slid down, and he watched her fingers dip between her legs.

“I like seeing you helpless. I like that wild hunger in your eyes.”

She leaned toward him and whispered in his ear.

“I’m wet, and it’s your fault. Just imagine how good it’s going to feel when you’re buried all the way inside me, fucking me until I black out from coming so many times. You can do that, can’t you?”

Williams clenched his jaw. One obsessive thought gave way to another. He wanted all of her, and he wanted her now.

“I have a plan.” She slowly began unbuttoning her shirt. “I’m going to handcuff you and force your head between my legs, right against my hungry pussy. Everyone will think you simply didn’t have a choice.”

Williams couldn’t take it anymore.

He shot to his feet and left the room.

He yanked open the bathroom door, stepped inside, and locked it behind him. Wetting one hand, he moved quickly to the sink and started jerking off hard.

The orgasm came fast. The first spurts hit barely a minute later. He washed away the evidence of his “defeat” and pressed his sweaty forehead against the cold tile.

Images of her naked body seemed burned into his mind.

His hand found his cock again.

Trying to make the pleasure last, he started slower, but the pent-up arousal was too intense. Williams groaned through clenched teeth as he came again.

Fuck, what a woman. She’d gotten him this worked up in five minutes.

He could barely remember another time his usually selective mind had fixated on a woman like this. The thought of finding out what she tasted like made him hard again.

He moved from the sink to the urinal and began stroking himself in long, slow movements.

He’d fuck her so thoroughly she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for three days.

Trying not to picture her mouth around his cock, he fought to prolong the orgasm building inside him. He wanted to pin her beneath the weight of his body and bury himself balls-deep, make her moan, shake, and come over and over again.

Another jet of cum shot out.

His knees were shaking.

This was insane.

But he had to go back to the interrogation room and finish what they had started...

...TO BE CONTINUED...