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what Fox’s master plan is. That way, we can anticipate his next moves, whether we have the clues or not.”
    I narrow my eyes. Although that sounds like a sensible plan, I don’t like it. It’s better if we stay together. “I’d rather go with you. You’ll need all the bodies you can get to fight the vamps.” Bloodsuckers had swarmed the previous crime scenes.
    “As much as I appreciate the body you’re offering.” Drake’s lustful gaze makes me want to slap him. He’s not taking my offer seriously. “I’ll feel better with you here safe.” He hugs me close. His cock rubs against my belly. How this conversation is turning him on, I don’t know. “You gave me your word, Hunny, not to leave the apartment. I trust you.”
    Damn it. He knows I won’t betray his trust. My shoulders slump. “I won’t.” I am defeated. I can’t fight by his side, not that I’m a good fighter. I should be, what with my family and everything but I’m not. With my family. An idea sparks to life. “But I’m sending some people to help you out.”
    “Shifters.” Drake twists his mouth when he says the word.
    “My family.” Family is a rabbit shifter’s biggest asset, as Uncle Flopsy likes to say. I took his words to heart, not ratting him out when I got busted for hacking. He didn’t return the favor, however, letting me go to jail. This will be the first time I’ve spoken to him since that ugly misunderstanding. “Treat them nicely.”
    “I’ll treat you nicely.” Drake lifts me onto the arm of the couch, spreading my legs. “How about that?”
    I look right into his black as night eyes. “I’d rather you not.” I unzip his tight fitting police pants. They drop to the floor. His white boxers are the next to go. “Give it to me hard and fast, Officer Drake, just the way I like it.” I like every way he gives it to me.
    He has that intent expression that tells me I’m about to get what I’m asking for. “As you request, ma’am.” He puts both hands on the waistband of my panties and pulls. Fabric rips. My pussy contracts.
    He skips the foreplay and slams into me with such force that only his hands on my hips keep me upright. His balls slap against the leather couch. I gasp. He grunts. He pulls back. I grip his smooth head. “Harder,” I instruct. It is one of those things a woman says. I don’t actually think that’s possible.
    It is. His second thrust moves the couch, the legs grinding against the hardwood floor. His cockhead bumps against my cervix, he is so deep inside me. I shudder with pleasure. “Better.” Much better. My world spins merrily.
    He grins through gritted teeth and gives me more of the same. The couch is rocking. I’m rocking as he pounds into me. My body is pulsing in rhythm with his thrusts. He grunts, his actions a strain even for my genetically enhanced police officer. I make encouraging noises. Okay, more than encouraging. I’m getting the fuck of my life and am happily screaming my appreciation. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming so hard, the room is bathed in light.
    He yells my name as he finds release, propelling his hips so far forward I’m airborne, my ass clear off the couch. That’s okay ’cause he’s holding onto me as though I’m the last pancake and he hasn’t eaten for an hour. He smacks my ass back into place. It stings, the shocking action drawing a last set of tremors from me. That’s it though. I’m done. My head flops forward and connects with his shiny metal badge. What the… I look up, dazed. It is only now that I realize he’s still partially in uniform. I smile. I do adore my bad boy officer.

 
     
     
    07 Drake’s Blog
     
    I sit in the police cruiser, looking down the street. It is my street, nestled in a tough part of town I call home, sweet home. Hunny is so close, I can almost smell her, and my gut says something is wrong. She could be in danger. I consider driving by the apartment for a look-see.
    “She’ll be okay, Drake.”