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  “I’m sorry about her,” she mumbled. “She’s usually not such a bitch.”

  “No need to apologize,” I whispered next to her ear, fully aware of the effect I had on her when she shivered uncontrollably in my arms.

  “Do you want to dance?” I asked, wanting to have a reason to put my hands on her body.

  “Lead the way,” she answered, placing her hand in mine, and I tugged her to the dance floor.

  Everyone around us disappeared the moment I placed my hands on her hips, and her arms wrapped around my neck. Her soft hands caressed the back of my neck, fingers slightly grazing my hair. I imagined what they would feel like as she laid below me later this evening, calling out my name in ecstasy. The way she moved was as if she absorbed the music, and it flowed through her, choreographing every move.

  Her breath warmed my neck as she whispered, “I don’t even know your name and we’re dancing like this.”

  The way the light hit her eyes gave me a moment of pause. For a second, I almost considered telling her my real name, which would defeat the purpose of a one-night stand. Plus, in my line of work, I really didn’t want a stage five clinger showing up at my precinct looking to lay claim on me. That was the reason I sought out women who were badge bunnies; they knew the score. This club made picking up women like a lottery, sometimes you win, others you lose.

  “You can call me Rob,” I replied. “And yours?”

  “Viola,” she answered, “But my friends call Vi.”

  “Gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman,” I stated.

  Mid-song, she turned around and placed her ass against my cock. I grasped her hips and she hung her arms around my neck. The arch of her back gave me an amazing view of the sensational package she was hiding under the corset. Her breasts heaved with every breath mesmerizing me. The heat of her body made me anxious to worship it all night long. Hair from her blonde wig tickled my neck. Even though she looked amazing, I couldn’t wait to get her alone so that I could unwrap the cover and see the real Vi she disguised underneath.

  There was no doubt in my mind she would be coming home with me tonight. This might be the night I broke my own rules and took her to my place. She was the kind of person you cooked breakfast for in the morning, if only to ravage her again in the afternoon. This woman was absolutely heart-stopping and it looked like she was all mine tonight.

  Chapter Five

  Viola

  “Do you want to get out of here and go somewhere more comfortable?” he asked with his mouth to my ear, causing shivers down my spine.

  “Sure,” I responded, without a second thought.

  “Do you want to tell your friends that you’re leaving?” he asked, sounding concerned.

  I followed his sightline and witnessed Shelby and Chandra stalking us from afar. I spared them a glance and they returned it with their thumbs up, then started giggling.

  “They already know,” I responded.

  Inconspicuous, my ass.

  “I’m beginning to think you planned this.”

  “Maybe,” I answered.

  I was an excellent planner, but this night was going better than I would have even imagined. He was most definitely a welcomed present for my birthday. In all honesty, although I set out to have sex tonight, I hadn’t relegated my search to only this night. I still had the rest of the school year and the summer vacation to fulfill my major goal of not going to University untouched. So, if tonight goes as planned, I will have the rest of the school year to focus on my grades and forgetting all about this Adonis.

  “I hope I’m not being taken advantage of,” he teased.

  “I hardly believe that you’re the type of guy to relinquish control.”

  “You’re right, sweetheart, I’m not,” he winked. “Now I think it’s time get out of here and get started on our evening together.”

  His warm hand caressed the small of my back as he led me through the crowd. After we both grabbed our jackets and put them on, we head to the exit. The bouncer nods his head at Rob as we exit the club into the night.

  Although I had only one thing on my mind tonight, it still surprised me how easily Rob persuaded me to leave with him. Part of me wanted to blame my reduced inhibitions on the amount of alcohol I had consumed tonight, but considering I only had a few drinks that was impossible. The true reason for my inability to say no was that he carried himself and spoke in a way that made him virtually irresistible.

  There were taxis parked in a line along the street next to the club as they most likely waited for their future drunken patrons. Rob waived one forward and guided me in that direction. When the vehicle ceased rolling, he opened the rear door and motioned me inside. Once he was seated in the back with me, he gave what sounded like a residential address to the driver.

  Rob pulled me over into the middle seat, eliciting a squeak from me and then securely buckled me in. Leaning over me to snap the buckle gives him complete access to my ample cleavage as it rose and fell beneath my jacket, with every laboured breath. I jumped as the tip of his warm tongue placed pressure at the top of the valley between my breasts. My body shivered in anticipation as he slowly traced a line up past my collarbone and ended the journey with a kiss just below my ear.

  “Are you cold?”

  I shook my head.

  “I’m going to rock your world tonight,” he whispered against my skin leaving goosebumps in his wake.

  “I sure hope so,” I whispered.

  “I know so, sweetheart.” He kissed me again and then sucked on the spot. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  “Yeah?”

  He placed my hand over the ever-growing bulge in his pants, then confessed, “You obviously haven’t noticed what you’re doing to me.”

  The act equally terrified and excited me. None of the boys, and I used that term matter-of-factly to describe any male besides this man, ever took a chance with me. My curious nature pushed me to explore where I had never gone before. I glided my hand closer to the base, just above his balls and squeezed him slightly. When he let out a groan, I looked up and met the eyes of the driver, who I knew is completely aware of what was happening in the back of his vehicle.

  His cheeks coloured enough to be apparent in the dark as he averted his eyes and returned his concentration to the road. It wasn’t not like he hadn’t seen this before, but a thrill rushed through me at the prospect of risqué PDA. He subtly increased his speed, either to swiftly take us to our next location or because he was excited himself. We made it to the address Rob indicated in no time flat.

  “Is this your place?” I asked, surprised he directed us he to a townhouse in a swanky part of town. Part of me thought he would have taken us to a hotel, but I was glad he didn’t.

  “Yes,” he answered.

  After he paid the driver and helped me out of the car, he took my hand and guided me toward the house. He searched for something in my eyes I hoped I didn’t give away, then pulled me up the stairs and inside. Once we breach the door, he stepped toward me with determination, reached for my jacket and pulled it off, tossing his and mine over the kitchen island.

  He tugged me into his arms and his lips crashed against mine. They were soft and demanding at the same time. He threaded the fingers of one hand through my blonde wig, while his right hand settled on my ribcage, and his thumb caressed the side of my breast, causing my nipples to harden. When his tongue touched mine for the second time, he proceeded to devour me with his kiss, pulling me into oblivion.

  An involuntary noise escaped in the form of a squeak when suddenly my back was up against the wall. A sudden ache between my legs begged to be released. His hand roamed from my breast down my side until he grasped my thigh and lifted my leg, sliding into the crevasse behind my knee. Instinctively, I ground my centre against his erection, seeking relief for the unexpected throbbing of my clit. He released my hair to hoist me up so that my legs could wrap around his waist and he pressed me harder against the wall.

  He swept me into his arms, like I weighed nothing and swiftly took me up the stairs. Once we entered his room, he

  “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got under here.”

  Wanting to commit everything to memory, I took in the state of his bedroom. The walls were painted in light grey and his bedding matched but were in darker tones. I didn’t know what to expect from Rob’s room, since his was the first I had been in. Growing up I didn’t have a lot of guy friends because my brothers had a knack for scaring away any guys trying to get close to me and my sisters. He watched me as I ceased my perusal and eyed his uniform in the closet.

  “Do men with badges get you hot?”

  I nodded, then watched with wide eyes as he pulled the handcuffs from his holster. He twirled them around on one finger as he tracked my movements to the bed.

  “Are you afraid?”

  I shook my head because for some unknown reason I trusted him. It wasn’t just because he was a cop and likely worked with for my dad, somewhere deep inside I felt like he wouldn’t hurt me.

  “I need your words,” he commanded.

  My stomach fluttered. Nothing like knocking off three of the firsts from my sexual bucket list in one second flat. For once in my life I was going to let things happen instead of planning everything. He made me want to throw out my calendar and live for the moment.

  “No, sir,” I respond, making eye contact.

  “I know you are, but don’t worry, I’ll make it good,” he assured me in a husky voice. “These, however, will have to wait for later because for the first round I want to feel your hands grasping my biceps as I drive deep inside you.”

  He walked with purpose toward me, making me tremble with a tiny bit of fear and a whole lot of need. When he reached the edge of the bed, my stomach clenched a
s the cuffs clanged together. He placed them carefully on the bedside table, opened the drawer, grabbed a roll of condoms and set them beside the cuffs.

  “Never know how many we’ll need,” he winked.

  How many times can you have sex in one night?

  My heart lodged in my throat wondering if I got myself into a predicament and several things ran through my mind. Odd things like baseball, and how many bases a person was supposed to work through when tonight I was just going straight for the home run. Then I pushed aside the niggle in my mind reminded me that now was the time to stop if I wanted.

  The lapse my racing brain caused must have been longer than I thought because when I glanced up Rob was watching me. Goosebumps rose in his wake, as he perused me from head to toe like a painting in a museum. He was either trying to commit me to memory, or systematically deconstruct me with his eyes.

  “I want to strip you bare, leaving only your boots.”

  My heart raced. No man had ever seen me naked. Self-doubt reared its ugly head, and a million scenarios entered my mind. What if my breasts were too small or disproportioned? Would he be turned off by the scar on my stomach from when I fell out of the tree and got nicked by a branch on the way down? What if my body wasn’t feminine enough or he thought I was too muscular from all the self-defense training I took?

  “You need to get out of your head,” he voiced exactly what I was feeling.

  How did he know?

  “I’m normally not this kind of girl,” I said, hoping he thought I meant having a one-night stand.

  Part of me wondered if I was being deceptive by not confessing my inexperience. However, if I learned anything from being sneaky around my brothers, men were disinclined to rid a woman of their virginity because of their tendency towards what they referred to as being a stage five clinger. Which was why I was going to be cognisant of my reaction after this experience.

  “This is a judgement free zone,” he responded. “Besides, you only live once, right.”

  “Right,” I confirmed.

  Not knowing what to do next, I remained in the middle of the bed, with my back against the headboard and my legs crossed, awaiting whatever was about to happen. My friends had tried to tell me scandalous details of their trysts with boyfriends or fuck buddies, but I never wanted to know the play by play.

  “I want you on the end of the bed, knees spread,”

  He carefully unsnapped the steel fasteners on the front of my corset. One by one, they slowly revealed what lied beneath. With the material splayed open I was left bare from the waist up. My hands instinctively moved in an attempt to cover my breasts, but he gently grabbed my wrists and placed them to each side of my head. He threw his left leg over me, straddled my waist and then looked down at me with hooded eyes. The cool air puckered my nipples, drawing his attention. My back arched as his tongue swept over my left nipple. His teeth and tongue were a mixture of pain and pleasure I didn’t realize existed.

  Sweet torture.

  Kneeling on the floor between my legs, he reached up and threaded his fingers in my wig and smashed his lips down on mine, demanding entrance. The way this man could kiss was dangerous, and exuded experience. A shiver ran through me with thoughts of what I was in store for tonight.

  “A-aren’t you going to get undressed?” I asked.

  “All in due time, sweetheart. I’m the one in control here.”

  He unsnapped my shorts, then painstakingly dragged them down my legs and discarded them on the floor next to his leg. Lips feathered the inside of my knee, followed by the tip of his tongue, leaving tingles in its wake, slowly leading in the direction of the previously unexplored erogenous zone nestled between my legs. Chandra and Ivy both told me what it was like to have a man’s mouth between their legs. Not knowing what to expect, I kept my eyes on him, cataloguing his every move.

  I wanted to remember this night for the reset of my life.

  “Lay back and enjoy the ride,” he directed, the heat of his breath fanning over my panties.

  Breathing deep, I laid back. My heart jumped into my throat as he placed his hands against my knees and pushed them open. The wider he went, the more on display I felt. I kept telling myself this was for his eyes only. His hands slid slowly up my legs caressing them as he leaned forward. Reaching his final destination, he ran the flat top of his tongue over my red lace panties. My back arched off the bed and I threw my arm over my mouth to muffle my moan. Tiny sparkling stars burst upon the inside of my eyelids as he pressed harder on my clit with his tongue.

  I was given reprieve from the onslaught of ministrations as he pulled back to peruse me from my face down to the now very lubricated juncture between my legs. Forefingers grasped the sides of my lace panties at my hip bones as he tore them off with one yank. Open-mouthed, I watched as he tossed them on the top of the temporarily discarded handcuffs.

  “Sorry, but I have to keep those for prosperity,” he laughed. “I hope you’re ready for this, cause I’m going to fuck you until you see stars and can’t remember your own name.”

  My heart leapt into my throat as his fingers spread the lips of my pussy, licking from my clit to my entrance and then stuck it deep inside me. He returned to his sensational ministrations on my clit, and entered me with two of his large fingers, curving just at the right spot.

  “You’re nice and tight.”

  The rollercoaster ride of his tongue and fingers pumping brought me to heights my own fingers had never found. I bit my arm to soften the surprising sounds coming from me. He sucked my tiny sensitive bud into his mouth and held it between his teeth, causing a wave of intense heat and sparks to cascade from my nipples down to my toes. My lilting moans ceased as I floated down into my body.

  He slowly pulled his fingers out and my eyes enlarged as he placed them in his mouth, licking off every last bit of my essence.

  “Just as sweet as you look,” he said just before he kissed me.

  I wasn’t sure what to think of the whole situation as I tasted myself on his lips. A million thoughts ran through my mind as he devoured me whole. Our tongues collided with purpose, a loud groan escaped him before he broke our kiss and stood.

  “I can’t wait any longer. I need to see if you feel as good as you taste.”

  He stood to remove his clothing piece by piece, revealing a body that rivalled a sculpture. His body was most definitely his temple, and he took care of it. It was no surprise that he was in shape, knowing he was in law enforcement. Cops weren’t all coffee and donuts. Some of them actually cared if they could run down a suspect on foot or defend themselves against a violent offender.

  My eyes roamed his body, taking in every detail and then halted when I spied the size of him stood at attention. He placed his knee on the bed and slowly crawled up until he was between my legs. He leaned back and supported his weight on his heels, displaying his manhood. The need to wrap my fingers around him consumed me. Rob closed his eyes as I reached out and used my thumb to remove the bead of precum on the head of his cock.

  “Alright, sweetheart. Take a deep breath and get ready because I’m going to own your body and soul tonight,” he said with a husky voice.

  If I had ever imagined wanting to be owned in my life, it would have been by this gorgeous specimen of a man. He was all my fantasies rolled into one, including the ones I never thought existed, and he’s all mine tonight. Something deep inside told me that I would remember my first time until the day I died.

  The square foil wrapper makes a crinkling noise as he removed the condom. He sat back on his haunches and slowly rolled the condom down to the base of his penis, then squeezed it once. He grasped my knees and pushed my legs wide before he settled between my legs. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my entrance, wetting it with my juices. He rocked the mushroom tip in and out a couple times, then he thrust deep without warning and stilled when a strangled moan passed my lips.

  With one deep stroke, he obliterated my v-card. All my friends had warned me that losing my virginity was going to hurt. Yet, when his rock-hard cock stretched my walls, the only things that came to mind was an unusual fullness, followed by mind blowing pleasure. I often wondered if their pain was related to the age they were when they first had sex and who they slept with.