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was nearby in fact. The orgasms brought on by fantasizing about Liv were powerful but painful. The loss of her ate away at him, and he had a hunger for her that had never eased. Masturbating over the thought of her was as close as he thought he would ever get to making love to her, and it tore his heart out each time he did it.
    He scrubbed at his chest, shoulders, arms and thighs, delaying the moment until he touched the erection that had become almost painful. Sounds from the TV filtered into the room , and he heard the music signaling the start of the regular evening news bulletin he liked to watch and knew he had to finish up if he wanted to be with Liv on time. Michael grit his teeth and grabbed his dick.
    It wasn't too bad while he had his cock pressed up against his abdomen as he washed his balls , but when he pulled the foreskin on his penis back to clean underneath, his knees buckled. The urge to close his fist around the swollen head of his dick was one he was powerless to resist, and his groans echoed off the tiled walls as his hand moved almost of its own will.
    A jumble of images raced through Michael's mind as his cock throbbed and grew in his hand. Liv in that silly outfit. The sight of Liv's pert backside when her tutu rode up as she scrambled on top of the police car. Liv standing half naked in her room with his helmet perched on her pretty head, begging him to fuck her.  That was the image that sent him over the edge.
    But when he conjured up the fantasy of how she would look with his cock in her mouth, her gaze locked with his as her lush lips slid up and down his rigid shaft, Michael dropped to his knees. Hot, hard pulses of cum splashed onto the tile, and he turned his face to bite down on the arm still braced against the wall, muffling the savage groans tearing from his throat.
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    Across town less than an hour later, Olivia could be found her sitting on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding so hard she couldn't be sure whether she could hear Michael's footsteps in the hall or not. She'd tried to do as he asked ... she really had ... but without the comforting blanket of drunkenness around her, last night's sexy bravado had fled, taking her confidence with it.
    Her first thought when she'd opened her eyes earlier that morning had been about Michael. Her second had been about her friends. Olivia had dived for her phone to call Stella and find out what had happened. Had Karen and Stella spent the entire night locked up in a police cell?
    To her utter relief, a whole page of text messages had greeted her when she flipped open her smart phone.  They'd both been released without charge after a severe telling off from the sergeant, which had made Karen cry so hard the police taken pity on the pair and driven them home.
    Work had been a mess. Her mind had been on Michael. Or rather, on various bits of Michael ... like his lips, his hands, his voice. Those handcuffs. She'd spent most of the day away from her desk, hiding in the loo. But not just hiding. She'd been following his instructions to the letter.  She hadn't allowed herself to come though, and he wouldn't need to take her word for it either. Olivia's clitoris was engorged, hyper-sensitive, and primed to explode if Michael so much as looked at it.
    Olivia clutched at the neck of the robe as the door creaked open, and she surged to her feet. Now, with soft lamplight illuminating his face, and her contact lenses in, there was no way to escape his gaze besides closing her eyes. She struggled against the urge to do just that as she trembled under his intense stare.
    Besides, if she closed her eyes, then she couldn't enjoy the sight of him filling her doorway, his large, strong frame made even more imposing by the police uniform he'd had the good sense to keep on when he'd finished work earlier. The period decor in her bedroom, with its floral wallpaper and chintzy fabrics adorning most of the soft furnishings, conspired to make his dark bulk seem out