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"Good morning."
He pressed a kiss to my stomach, just below my belly button, still smiling like crazy.

"Get up here." I pulled on his
head hard enough for him to have no choice but to follow.

He complied, but stopped along the way to kiss little patches of skin. The tattoo that follows the line of my ribs on the right side, between my breasts, my collar bone, that place right behind my ear that makes me crazy, and finally my mouth. He was covered in me, his lips, his tongue, everywhere inside his mouth and he let me lick and suck the
wetness from his skin.

His cock was hard against my thigh and
I spread my legs wide open for him. He moaned and jerked against me. "Let me get a condom."

I wasn't sure we even had any left, but really hoped so. I wasn't the ki
nd of girl to take that chance. I hated them, but they were a necessary evil.

"Found it." He kneeled between my legs and waved the condom like a victory flag. He
must have had the same thoughts I did.

I took it from him and pushed him onto his back. "I got this."

He settled with his hands behind his head and I straddled his thighs. He looked totally chill, but his legs and stomach were taut with tension, and there was absolutely nothing relaxed about his cock.

"Comfortable?" I asked. He nodded, then arched his brows exaggeratedly and looked at the condom.

I ripped the package open with my teeth. Never a good idea because I got that nasty latex and lube taste in my mouth. Yuck. I positioned the condom over the crown of his penis and wiggled my hips. This was different and fun. That craze fueled drive that pushed us before had dissipated. I still wanted him so much it made my cunt throb in anticipation, but I wasn't worried that he'd disappear if I didn't get him into me right now.

I rolled the condom into place, then I fisted my palm around him and stroked up and down his shaft a few times. He jerked and shook his head.

"Unless you want me to come in your hand, you shouldn't do that." He gritted his teeth together, his body growing tighter.

"Really?" I stroked a few more times. The thought of Mateo losing it from a hand job was pretty fucking hot and something I definitely wanted to explore later. Right then, however, I wanted him inside me too much to waste what I was sure was the last condom we had left. "Another time."

I rose up on my knees and edged forward until my cunt was directly over his cock. I squeezed my hand tight around the base, and he moaned and jerked his head back. Maybe a cock ring next time? Keep him hard so I could ride him for hours. I loosened my grip and slid my fingers lightly to the tip, holding him in place. When I reached the very top, I swirled my cunt over his cock, coating my fingers, and dropped down a little to take in the slightest bit of him.

He stared at us, my hand, his cock, my cunt hovering over him, my slick wetness leaking down to coat him. I brought my fingers to my mouth, drawing his gaze upward. I licked my fingers, rolling my tongue to collect the moisture, all while
he watched. And panted. His hips jerked upward and I rode the momentum, rising with him and keeping him right at the edge of penetration.

"Roni, please." He gripped the tops of my thighs, his fingers flexing and releasing.

I was torn. I wanted to drop onto him. Bam! Nothing, and then all the way down, with him driving into me as deep as he would go to that place where I could feel every little pulse from his heart throbbing inside me. But I also wanted to tease him, to prolong it and make it last, to make him truly beg for it.

I rocked my hips in a tight circle, pulling him in momentarily and out just as quickly. "Did you need something?"

"God, yes, you. Just you. Please." He moaned the last word over and over, a litany of please, please, please, and I couldn't hold out any longer.

I relaxed my legs and let my cunt slide onto him. He swore and shot up, his body folding at the middle. He grabbed my waist, his fingers spanning the expanse of skin, his thumbs rubbing over my ribs, and pulled me into a hot, open
-mouthed kiss. His chest was hot and heaving desperately against mine. He rocked his hips up, pulling a moan from deep inside me.

He bit the skin behind my ear, then licked over it, his tongue flat and soothing. "I need to fuck you." He lifted me up slightly, his cock sliding out with the motion, then forced me down on top of him hard and fast.

I let him do that a couple more times because it felt fucking awesome. Being pushed jackhammer hard onto his cock was quickly becoming my new favorite thing to do, but the whole point of being on top is being in control. And I definitely wasn't with him manhandling me up and down his cock like I was his own personal sex toy.

"Hold up there." I pushed against his chest until he was flat on his back again, then I dropped a quick, sweet kiss on his lips. "Let me."

I raised up and leaned back, feeling his cock flex inside me. I twisted and swirled my hips until he was pressed hard against that perfect spot. I eased up, then back down, slow and methodical, feeling the hard force of his cock sliding against me. I braced my hands behind me, gripping his thighs as I rode him, building pressure and speed until all I could think about was the swell of desire deep in my cunt.

I was so fucking close, lifting and dropping at a crazy speed while he thrust his hips up to meet me. I wanted to come so bad I could taste the release building inside me. When I reached the tipping point, that place where a woman either comes hard or she drops back down because the swell was too much to handle and her body just won't let her go over, I moved my hand to my clit. I circled my fingers hard and fast, the surface too slick with my desire to find any real friction, but it was still enough. I came hard and fast, with Mateo still thrusting into me, pushing my orgasm even higher.

Then he pushed me onto my back, coaxing my legs around his waist with his hands, his hips working before I could even fully register the reversal in our positions. I really enjoyed controlling the pace, rolling my hips and urging him to the perfect spot, but having him slam into me with the crazy-fast tempo he'd established was pretty fucking okay, too.

"I can't last." He pressed his body against mine, pushing me into the bed with driving force, his hard abdomen slapping against mine with every thrust. He wrapped his arms around
mine, snaking under my body and coming up to grip my shoulders from beneath. I was pinned and at his mercy. He stroked in and out of me and all I felt was the rising tide of fire building inside me, ready to burst open again.

"I'm close," I gasped. Too close, but that's the way it went with Mateo. It didn't matter how many times he made me co
me, my body craved him. I couldn't get enough. Aching and bruised, my body rose every time, quick and hard and insatiable, desperate to come for him again and again.

"You need to come now. Please, Roni." His words were stilted and hot, buried in my throat.

"Almost."

"Now." He bit down on my
neck, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking until my whole existence was limited to the thrust of his cock into my cunt and his mouth against my throat. He released it with a pop, then he rose up on his knees, jerking my hips up to meet him.

With my shoulders on the bed and the rest of my body bowed up to meet him, he
slammed his hips into mine, thrusting and pounding with relentless fervor. Sweat lined his brow, his face contorted on the edge of release.

"Please." His legs trembled with the early warning signs of orgasm, and his grip on my waist tightened even f
urther, then he moved his hands to my breasts. He squeezed, and pinched harder than should have been comfortable, but all it did was drive me higher, accelerating the desire coursing through my body. He thrust once, twice, and then once more, as his finger twisted my nipples to force me over the edge with him. He held himself deep in my cunt, his cock throbbing and jerking as he released inside me.

He shouted my name, and I tipped over the edge, my orgasm blooming low and spreading like wild fire through my body.

Mateo collapsed on top of me and that position, his full weight resting against me, was quickly becoming my favorite place to be. I loved the feel of him, solid and strong, holding me fast. His breath puffed against my neck, blowing over the bruise left behind by his teeth. He kissed gently at my distressed skin, his mouth stretching into a smile against it.

"Your neck is never going to recover." He kissed it again.
Then, for good measure, he kissed the hickey on the other side that he'd left the previous day.

I held his head tight against me. He was right. Moreover, I didn't think
I
would ever recover. My heart was well past the point of no return and I had no idea what to do about it. I exhaled completely, letting out all the air in my lungs and letting Mateo sink more deeply into my body. My hold on him was desperate and clingy and all the things I'd never allowed myself to be with a man.

He held onto me just as tight.

And then my phone rang, the Hawaii 5-0 theme music that I'd assigned to my boss. I sighed, but didn't move to answer. Mateo gripped me just a little tighter.

"How long can you ignore that?" He sounded sad but resigned.

"Not very."

He started to move, but I wasn't ready to let him go. He was still inside me, smaller, but there. I wasn't ready to give up the feeling of being covered and filled by him. I held him fast, refusing to let him get up.

"Not yet. Just a few more minutes. Please." It was foolish and pointless. I was simply delaying the inevitable. I had to get up and get dressed and go about the business of catching bad guys. And Mateo needed to get back to the business of being a bad guy.

He stayed, but the mood had shifted. The moment of clear, beautiful peace that we shared between us was replaced with restless tension, with the knowing that it was all temporary.

He rose up above me, pulling back until he could look into my eyes. "Are you sure you won't consider a career change?"

At this point, facing the possibility of losing him or my career, it was a proposition with no clear winner. I would never, ever give up everything I'd worked so hard to build, my reputation as a good cop, to be with any man. I would resent it and hold it against him. But the desire to be with Mateo was overwhelming. It was not an urge easily put down.

"I can't. But you could, couldn't you?"

His face clouded over with a mixture of sadness and anger. "It's complicated."

"It's not complicated. You should see the files they have on you and Luis. It's only a matter of time before they close the loop. Get out now." If anyone found out I'd shared that much with Mateo, I would be subjected to a disciplinary hearing that would result in the loss of my job anyway, but I couldn't not tell him. It was my only hope.

He withdrew, pulling out of me and away from me at the same time. He left the bedroom, dropping his used condom in the small trash can in the bathroom before swinging the door shut between us. His face clearly said the topic was closed.

#

The police station looked the same even though it felt like I'd been gone forever. In reality, it'd only been a few days. Still, the person I was when I left was drastically different than the person I was now. The Lieutenant spotted me at my desk the moment he entered the bull pen.

"My office!" he barked as he passed by. He didn't slow down or glance sideways or do anything else to indicate who he was summoning, but we all knew. The other detectives kept their heads down over their work.

I followed
him like a good little soldier.