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me prepared for this situation. There was no explaining my way out of exactly what had been going on here.

Wyatt blinked but still stood there, frozen.

My voice dropped and the command came from the pit of my stomach where the gates of hellfire were threatening to break loose and torch everything around me. “Turn around!”

Wyatt jolted like I’d hit him with my Taser, finally spinning around and giving me his back. I sagged against the couch, scrambling to figure out how to salvage things.

“Fuck me harder, big daddy!”

All the blood drained from my face as the words filled the room.

“That was not me!” I shouted defiantly at the back of Wyatt’s head. I needed to get that stupid laptop to turn off. ASAP.

Wyatt’s head dropped forward, and his entire body shook.

Was he…?

Was he laughing at me?

5

Wyatt

Listen, I’ve seen some shit in my life.

Between the law enforcement job and the rich boy party lifestyle I used to lead, I’ve seen some things that would either singe your eyelashes off or darken your soul beyond repair. But never, ever, in all my thirty-four years, had I come across something so electrifyingly hot that my mind went blank and all five liters of blood in my body headed south.

Oakley caught my eye the first day I walked into the department for my interview with the sheriff. She’d been harassing one of the other deputies with that throaty voice of hers that didn’t sound like it could come out of such a small package. She was beautiful in a severe sort of way that tugged on me. She hadn’t even seen me, and yet I’d wanted to mess her up, pull her hair out of that infernal bun, and hear my name screamed at the top of her smoky lungs. Concentrating at work now that we were partners was turning into a real problem.

My heart clogged my throat, and my gun aimed for an intruder. Those noises, those screams. In the dark and in unfamiliar territory, they’d sounded like I should run in to save someone’s life. Never in my wildest dreams would I have come up with the scenario that met my eyes tonight.

My boss, Captain Oakley Waldo, legs spread open with a vibrator between her thighs and her head tossed back on the sofa, groaned out an orgasm that had me rock hard and ready to mess up my pants in a split second. Her hair was still in that damn bun, which was the only thing that marred this perfect vision.

“Turn around!”

Her voice came out ten octaves higher than normal and I could see she meant whatever she said. Problem was, all my blood currently pooled in my dick and I literally couldn’t make out the meaning of the words. I just stared at her some more, blinking excessively and wondering how the hell someone so crazy beautiful could hide under that bulky uniform every day.

I wanted to punch my fist in the air. I was right.

Oakley was fucking hot.

“Turn around!” she hollered again, but this time the Darth Vader voice had me hopping to comply. She sounded just like my academy instructor a few years back. The one who scared the shit out of us with his drill sergeant-esque commands.

I gave her my back, showing a decency I wasn’t sure until just that moment that I actually possessed. Oakley had been a sight. One I wouldn’t forget until I took my last shuddering breath in this world. Fuck. Even her breasts had been perfect little mounds I could have played with all night. I had to adjust my pants again.

The porno she’d been watching on her laptop—which was something else that intrigued the hell out of me but would have to be dissected at a later date—kept playing, the words of the actors dirty as shit. Funny as hell too, given the circumstances.

“That was not me! That was not me!”

Oakley kept yelling that same line over and over until she must have gotten the thing turned off. My shoulders shook as I tried to hold in the laughter. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything hotter, followed by something so hilarious like this before.

“Are you laughing at me?” Oakley screeched right before something soft like a pillow hit my back and made me laugh harder.

I holstered my gun, shut the door, and tried not to double over in a fit of laughter. I had a lot of pressure building up in my gut—and my cock—so it was either laugh it out or I’d have to awkwardly run home and rub one out so I wasn’t in misery any longer. And there was no way in hell I was leaving here without talking this out with Oakley. Working together would be awkward as fuck if we didn’t.

I swiped a hand across my eyes, finding them wet from laughing. “I, uh, just bought the place next door last week. Never heard anything before, so when I heard…well…” I broke off on another fit of laughter just remembering it again. It took me a couple seconds to compose myself, especially with her scrambling behind me and literally growling. “When I heard suspicious noises, I came over. My a-apologies for interrupting.” My fist went to my mouth, and I could barely keep the laughter in.

She huffed, but had quit moving around.

“Can I turn around now? Are you decent?” I chuckled despite my best intentions. Hell no, she wasn’t decent. Beneath that strict exterior, Oakley was a bad girl who liked porn and orgasms. This new insight made me like her even more.

She sighed again, and I heard the leather of the couch creak. “Yeah, I’m dressed.”

Slowly turning around, I took in her house in an effort to school my expression. If I was thinking about the gray walls and the pictures on the mantle above the brick fireplace, I wasn’t thinking about her hands between her legs or how her breasts had trembled or the way she bit

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