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had dreams of leadership and were planning on vying for a lieutenant or captain position one day. “I don’t know. I was never as driven as they are. Sometimes I think I must have been adopted. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a painter, and then I wanted to be a race car driver, and I think before it was all said and done I had come up with the worst possibility of all.”
    “Which is?”
    “Firefighter.” He chuckled. “My dad still holds a grudge over the fire department’s hockey win over the police department from fifteen years ago. To him, that idea was worse than saying I was going to become an assassin for hire. Which I had proudly announced when I was ten after watching the movie, The Jackal. ”
    “But let me guess, you watched Die Hard afterward and decided to be the next John McClane.”
    “Nice Bruce Willis reference,” he complimented. He reached out and gently brushed a lock of my hair out of my eyes that had come loose from my bun. I shut my eyes as his thumb caressed my temple, my cheek, my jaw. “You’re breathtaking.”
    I opened my eyes and caught his sultry look. Throwing one last look out the windshield, I scooted over in the seat and kissed him.

Chapter 6
     
    Giving head wasn’t one of my favorite sexual activities, but since one of us had to maintain a visua l on the pawn shop and I felt I should return the favor Michael had bestowed upon me the other evening, I found myself kneeling on the floorboard of the Ford Mustang and leaning across the console as I deftly unzipped the fly of his jeans and fished his half-hard erection free. In the event we had to spring to action, the bare minimum of clothing was being removed or undone.
    “ Lexie,” he moaned as I cupped his balls through the fabric of his boxer briefs and gently massaged them while giving his penis a few strong pumps as he continued to harden, “you know you don’t have to. Ahh,” he thrust upward as I licked the head, tracing around the crown, and sliding him into my mouth. Pulling back with the perfect amount of suction, I stopped momentarily to see his mouth fall open and his eyes close as he relished in the sensation I was creating for him. This fact was intoxicating and a total turn-on for me.
    “Keep those eyes open, Detective,” I teased. “You’re still on the job. At least while I’m too preoccupied working this job.” His hand tangled in my hair, but since I had it pinned in a bun, he ended up grasping my bound hair as I continued to work magic with my lips, tongue, and teeth.
    His rock-hard dick was the perfect mix of sweet and salty, and the sounds h e emitted were driving me wild, encouraging me to continue. Reminding myself to breathe through my nose, I attempted to take as much of his long, full girth into my mouth, sliding him deeper as I suppressed my gag reflex as he slid toward the back of my throat. He was fighting the urge to thrust, and I could feel the muscles in his thighs bunching under my palms. I continued to bob up and down as he fought to remain still and let me be in control.
    “Stop. I’m going to,” he was holding his release back, tugging against my bun as warning that I should stop now if I didn’t want him to come in my mouth.
    Instead, I sucked harder, lapping against the underside of his penis, feeling the vein throb and gently adding the faintest scrape of my teeth to increase his sensation and send him over the edge. Unable to stop himself, he thrust once, and I felt the sticky warmth at the back of my throat. Licking him clean, I righted myself on the seat. “Fuck,” he sighed, sated. “That was so fucking incredible.” He kissed me hard, dipping his tongue into my mouth and tasting himself. “Right about now, I wish I hadn’t quit smoking.” He was letting out contented sighs and was leaning as close to me as he could with the center console in the way. His head rested against the crook of my neck and he continued to plant soft, gentle kisses against my warmed