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and tossed the dirty Kleenex into the trash. His hands came up and cupped my face. His thumbs traced my lips. His eyes, gray and sated, looked down at me from behind his glasses.
    "So," his voice still shaking, "how was your day?"
    I tried to keep from laughing. "Pretty so-so." I traced the outline of his hip and leered. "At least until my professor took 34

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    advantage of me. I've never been fucked by one of my teachers before. If I'd known it would be this good, I'd have gone back to school years ago." I rubbed my wrists and looked at him slyly. "Tell me you really didn't want me to come to your class today."
    He raised an eyebrow. "I'm not your professor, Jason. That would be so wrong." He nuzzled my throat, nipping my skin, his tongue licking and tasting the salt from my flesh. His grin was lazy when our eyes met again. "I could get into serious shit doing something like that." His look grew stern. "And you'd better not fuck anyone else around here."
    "Wouldn't think of it, Detective Alex. So, how is it, trying to inspire all these wannabe cops?" Of course, it had really been his idea to meet following his lecture. His orders, really. Even down to pretending I was disobeying him. He knew the building would be empty of staff this time of day. We could indulge in "our play" as he called it. I had been all too happy to comply with his orders. "Or should that be professor?"
    He stuffed his cock back in his pants, smoothed his uniform and shoved his handcuffs back in his pocket. With a shrug of his shoulders he straightened his belt and the Beretta and other gear it held. Shortly after we moved in together he had insisted I go out with him to a public firing range where he taught me how to shoot. I wasn't going to win any ribbons, not like him, but at least I would no longer shoot my foot off either. I ran my fingers over his thick, military-short hair. The nap of it bristled under my questing fingers. His body was so perfect, every inch of him. I could never get tired of exploring it. I curled my finger around his 35

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    ear lobe, feeling the incredibly soft flesh there. "I'm surprised you didn't wear your hat. Isn't that part of the look?"
    He grimaced. "Those things give me a headache. You think it was too much?"
    "It was just about perfect. You made all the schoolgirls wet and half the boys hard. I heard that kid's question. You get a lot like that?"
    "Sometimes they ask inappropriate questions. If it reflects an ingrained attitude, I'm sure the psych tests will pick up on it before they get into the Academy. If they don't drop out before they even reach that point." He smiled crookedly.
    "Don't you think it's time we went home?"
    "Sure," I said. "Got plans for the weekend, professor?"
    He pulled me into his embrace. "Nothing that doesn't involve you. If you like we can go into town for dinner."
    "Yes, please."
    "Holdren's sound good to you?" he asked.
    That's where our first date had started. It had ended up with his dick up my ass, but then most of our dinners out ended up that way.
    "Yes, Sir," I said. "Always."
    I straightened, pulled my jeans back up and would have headed toward the door, but he stopped me with a touch.
    "Sir?"
    "I have something for you. With this trip coming up, it might be even more useful."
    "Sir?"
    He opened his briefcase and pulled out a small package, which he handed me without fanfare.
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    I opened it and stared down at the black iPhone. Frowning, I met his steady gaze. "I have a cell."
    "But this one is better. I can find you anywhere with this.
    It's got full GPS, a digital compass and just about all the bells and whistles."
    Finally it dawned on me what he had done. "You Lojacked me."
    "Every minute of every day. How many times do I have to tell you your ass is mine?"
    "You Lojacked my ass?" Then I grinned. I should have been pissed, but the idea was flattering—and very