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one, too. Her nipples were hard little buds, puckered up mainly from the cold
but a little from excitement, too. Particularly now, watching Bud watching her.
Oh God, this was worth it. Worth every minute she d agonized over the idea,
worth every second of anxiety to see that red hot heat in Bud s eyes again.
I thought of this, of you, all across town, she said softly, watching his eyes.
She tugged at the gloves, finger by finger, taking off first the left one then the
right one. In the taxi, I imagined you touching me, all over. Whenever you
touch me, I tingle. Did you know that? Thinking of you I got wet, right there in
the taxi cab. When the driver took corners, I crossed my legs to add to the
pressure and I almost came when he turned into Webster. And my breasts they
rubbed up against the lining of my coat as I thought of all the times you licked
my nipples. But still she walked slowly toward him, nothing could
possibly beat you touching me. Holding me. She skirted the desk, coming to a
halt by his thigh. Fucking me, she whispered. That s the best thing of all.
He reached for her, urgently, with that hot golden look she loved, she
craved, but Claire held his hands. She turned hers so their hands met, palm to
palm, and she slid her fingers between his. Even the touch of his hands so large
and warm the palms callused and hard, excited her. His hands were powerful
yet they had never hurt her, ever. Exerting gentle pressure, she lowered their
clasped hands to his thigh, sliding hers away. Don t touch me, not yet, she said
throatily. His hands twitched, as if tempted almost beyond bearing to touch her,
then stilled. She wanted to be touched but she had to make her point first.
Claire looked at his lap, tilted her head to meet his hot golden gaze, then
lowered her eyes again. She licked her lips, slowly. You re happy to see me.
His erection was hugely visible beneath the gray wool material.
Fuck yes, he breathed and she rejoiced. He d cleaned up his language for
her over the past week, too, as if she were too delicate to stand strong language.
She didn t need that. She loved the way he talked. She loved the way he watched
her, she loved the way he touched her, she loved the way he fucked her.
She loved& him. Exactly the way he was. And at this precise moment in
time, he was aroused as hell and she loved that, too.
She touched him there, running her hand up and down that smooth column
beneath the wool. It was hot, the heat radiating through his underwear and
pants. His penis twitched and grew harder and larger as she fondled him,
opening her hand over him, sliding up and down.
Claire. His voice was deep and rough. He caught her hand in his. He
didn t push it away, just held it strongly. The effect was to press her even harder
against his penis. Do you know where we are?
She smiled. Of course I do. 1111 SW. 2nd. Her lids drooped as her mouth
curled upwards. Police Headquarters.
Yeah. A muscle jumped in his jaw. Police headquarters. Where I work.
We can t do this here, honey.
You don t want to fuck now? Claire pouted a little.
No. The word was ground out between clenched teeth. Fuck here? Are
you crazy?
He talked a good line, but she wasn t buying it. She looked up again at his
face, delighted at what she found. Heat and lust. Jaw muscles jumping, flushed
cheekbones, narrowed eyes zeroing in on her breasts.
Absolutely. That s exactly what he should be looking at, lusting after. Her
breasts. And also&
Claire opened her legs, balancing lightly on the high heels, delighted to see
Bud s head snap down. If he looked carefully, he could see the folds of her sex
and maybe even see how wet she was. He looked exactly as if he were looking
very carefully.
Just to make sure he didn t miss the point, Claire reached down to touch
herself. She was slippery and swollen. Bud did that to her. She might have gotten
a little excited in the cab ride at the thought of this, but being in the same room
with Bud, yes, that was what did the trick. Claire swirled her finger around
herself, then held her finger up. See, Bud. Her voice must have dropped an
octave. Marlene Dietrich in heels and thigh highs minus the top hat. See what
you do to me?
Bud closed his eyes in pain. Honey, this isn t the time or the place for this.
It s a really& busy day and anyway, anyone can just walk in.
No, they can t. Claire touched a nipple with her wet finger and listened
with satisfaction to the sound he made deep in his chest. I locked the door. She
reached over suddenly to take his phone off the hook. And no one s going to
call you, either. So for a little while you re all mine.
Not at work, I m not. Bud was trying really hard to sound forceful but his
eyes were hotter than any sun and his penis was almost vibrating.
Claire swung a leg over and straddled him.
Claire! She nearly laughed at his expression. He was battling two extreme
emotions. Shock and lust. Claire opted for lust.
Luckily she was wearing high heels. Stiletto heels, killer heels. What Lucy
called fuck me shoes. They allowed her to rest her feet on the floor so she could
find purchase. Bracing her feet, Claire moved until her naked sex rested directly
over his penis. She slid back and forth over him, the rough texture of the woolen
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