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to be dominated by her. And yet there was a small part of him that longed for her to trust him enough to let him take control over her. But he’d have to get her to actually say yes to a date first.
    Bittersweet thoughts filtered through him; the sting of her rejection mixed with the pleasure of the building release. He cupped his balls, squeezing lightly. Her mouth, those eyes. Ryan grunted in pleasure, his knees weakening and his hips jerking as he came. Semen spilt into the tub and washed down the drain. He turned to the stream of now very hot water and let it wash the soap off his sensitive member.
    ‘When did I become such a fool?’

Chapter Two
     
    ‘Matthews, I’m sorry,’ Captain Turner said from behind his desk.
    Megan pulled her gaze away from the many certificates and honours hanging on his drab grey wall.
    ‘But I must insist you take a vacation. No penalties, no citations inserted into your record. Just a nice, long, quiet, overdue and somewhat paid vacation for one of New York’s hardest-working detectives.’
    Megan couldn’t move. This wasn’t a vacation. She was being told to take a leave from the force for the sake of saving face. After being caught on film stepping on evidence, she had no choice but to give the captain a heads-up on what had happened. When the photo hit the papers, which it would undoubtedly do, they had to be ready. The unfortunate incident had happened a couple of days ago and the picture had yet to surface, but it was only Wednesday. No doubt it was being saved for the weekend editions when circulation would be higher.
    Damn Ryan Lucas!
    ‘I could always arrest him.’ Megan didn’t have to specify who.
    ‘Ryan Lucas has been politely asked not to sell any photographs that might reflect poorly on the NYPD, but the truth is he can if he wants. Some kind of contract loophole.’
    ‘Loophole?’ Megan sighed heavily, not liking this situation one bit.
    ‘Yeah, he doesn’t have a contract signed.’ The captain picked up his teddy-bear coffee mug, which read ‘World’s Greatest Cop’. If Megan hadn’t known the gruff man had a four-year-old daughter, she would have thought it funny. ‘Human Resources can’t find one for him anyway. Technically, he’s a freelancer. Even if he does leak the picture, we can’t do much about it by way of firing him. All we can do is cut his assignments and put him into a position to ask for more. At that time, a confidentiality agreement can be negotiated. We can’t force him to sign one at this point. We can ask, but, regardless, he took the picture of you before he would be asked to sign. Arrangements are being made to hire other photographers, but Lucas is dependable and, frankly, takes on much of the work. Like you, he doesn’t seem to have a life outside of this place.’
    Megan arched a brow. ‘Subtle.’
    ‘Glad to see your sarcasm hasn’t left with your humour.’ The captain gave a brusque laugh. ‘Lucas is reliable and good at what he does. And, technically, the event did happen. He’s not making it up.’
    ‘It’s hard to have a sense of humour when you don’t have a job.’
    ‘It’s a vacation and you were due for one anyway. Count your blessings. I haven’t left the city in ten years. We talked it over,’ the captain continued, not needing to specify who ‘we’ were, ‘and we think this is the best thing given the situation. Give all your cases to Axel. He’ll make sure they’re covered.’
    Megan grimaced to hear the detective’s name. Now she’d never hear the end of this. Axel would hound her about it for the rest of her days. But what could she do? This order came from the police chief, and quite possibly the mayor – if the chief had decided to tell him about it. Either way, it looked like she was off the job.
    ‘Are you sure that’s best? I can still do my job. I’ll lie low, spend most of my time in the office shuffling paperwork. Don’t take me off my cases. We’re overworked as it is and I