Sheriff (The Police Trilogy, #3) Read Online Free

now, finding her clit and stroking it in slow, sensuous circles. She was so wet for him, and he was so hard for her.
    And then he was inside.
    She sighed with wonder, that feeling of coming home suddenly enveloping her, the way she stretched around him so amazing, so perfect.
    His free hand gripped into her hip and he pushed deeper, teasing her with the slowness of his penetration, making her rock her body against him, squirming down onto his shaft, swearing, gasping, moaning, sighing.
    “Please fuck me,” she begged with a voice so pleading he couldn’t deny her.
    And the more she begged, the harder and faster he fucked.
    Neither of them lasted long, neither of them wanted to; they both came together, an intense simpatico that felt so right, so perfect, so rare.
    They didn’t let go of one another for the rest of the night, and even awoke clutched together in a needy embrace.
    Eve rubbed her wrists as the monitor suddenly came back into focus. The red line of the cuffs they had used was obvious, as were the bite marks on her lower neck and shoulder; but she didn’t care. Her ass cheeks were probably bright red from the powerful spanking he had given her when they both awoke at 2am, and her whole body ached in that wonderful way it always did after intense, amazing sex.
    And Eve didn’t really know what to think about it all, or even want to think about it; the only thing she knew for sure was that she’d never felt feelings this powerful for someone before, and she just hoped it wasn’t the danger that was informing that wonder.
    Which is why she had to do what she was about to do; not because it was the right thing to do, but because she wanted to remove the one mitigating factor that might be clouding or amplifying her emotions right now, to make sure, for certain, that this was something else entirely.
    The reverie flooded away from her, she took a deep breath and got to her feet so fast she sent the office chair wheeling backwards at speed until it hit an empty desk behind.
    Eve didn’t let it thwart her momentum, and she strode across the room and burst through Cyrus’ door. She was aware that the last time she did this, they ended up having sex on his desk. No way that was going to happen now, in spite of the lusty look of anticipation on his face.
    She smiled, and slumped down in the seat opposite, trying to make her body as unalluring as possible. He seemed to sense her mood and resolve, and the arousal soon drained from his face (and elsewhere no doubt).
    Eve thought it prudent to slowly work her way up to it.
    “I’ve been bugging Conrad Duff and his Strike Team.”
    She blinked, unaware of why she suddenly blurted it out like that.
    Cyrus looked back at her with eyes so wide they were bulging.
    “What the fuck?” he said softly and at length.
    “He recruited a new member, and I turned him; he’s been wired for a few days now.”
    “Have you had an aneurism or something? Please tell me you suffered a massive blow to the head; because otherwise you’re just bat shit crazy and in need to new employment.”
    “This guy’s good,” she smiled at the double meaning again. “He’s already in; got him on tape planning to rip off a gang drug supply.”
    She knew that revelation might change his mood.
    He sat back and steepled his fingers in front of him, looking over them at her, studious, thinking.
    “And it’s going down soon,” she said.
    No response.
    She watched him watching her for a full minute.
    “So,” he said finally. “What do you need from me?”
    “A retrospective authorisation for the whole operation.”
    “That’s easy enough.”
    “And I need to report a sexual relationship with my UI.”
    His eyes closed for a moment in annoyance, but then he opened them again, focussing on the bigger fish and not the smaller, more navigable quagmire of her personal relations.
    “Get things in motion,” he instructed, and she got to her feet.
    Halfway through the door, his next words