Cop (The Police Trilogy Book 2) by Alexis Shore Page A

his doing the same.
    After a moment, she risked taking a peek, and leaned out around the corner to see Cyrus impatiently waiting for his morning Joe to brew.
    “He’s never in this early,” she whispered harshly.
    “What now?”
    “I’ll distract him. When you can, head on down and to the right, you’ll see the equipment room. Get in there and close the door.”
    “What if he sees me?”
    “He won’t.”
    “How can you be so –“
    “Just do your part.”
    And with that, she reluctantly extricated herself from his chest and wandered out into the open bullpen of the office.
    “You’re early,” she said loudly.
    “Shit,” Cyrus blurted with a start, and span round to look at her.
    “Sorry.”
    She approached him, plastering on a seductive look.
    “Well, seeing as it’s just us,” she cooed.
    He licked his lips, but turned round and stared at the coffee pot again.
    Eve looked over her shoulder to see Brandon peeking out, and she gestured for him to move. When she was sure he was on the go, she slipped her arms around Cyrus’s waist, and stroked her fingers down and onto his crotch.
    He sighed, as much from annoyance as from arousal, but his prick betrayed him and started to grow to her touch as her fingers worked their way over his growing tip.
    Eve heard the equipment room door close quietly, and she rolled Cyrus’ balls in her hand.
    “Want me to suck it?” she whispered into his ear.
    “No.”
    “Fair enough,” she said, matter of fact, and let go of him, stepping back and smiling, trying to feign a bit of hurt in her eyes.
    He turned round with his now full mug.
    “This has to stop,” he hissed.
    “Sure thing boss.”
    She gave a sarcastic little salute, and he rolled his eyes, before storming past her and into his office, slamming the door behind him.
    When she was sure he wasn’t going to reappear and say ‘and another thing’, she bolted to the equipment room and quickly went inside.
    Brandon was sitting on a surface, looking at her with some amusement.
    “You’re fucking your boss?” he asked with a sideways smile that made her clit tingle.
    “Not anymore,” she said, truthfully.
    “Hope you did all the appropriate paperwork,” he quipped.
    “Shut up and take your top off.”
    She watched as he dragged his jacket from his shoulders, revealing his enormous biceps, and then pulled his vest over his head. She stared at his nipples for a moment too long, swallowed, and then turned to a box and rummaged through it.
    Eve could feel Brandon watching her, but she wasn’t sure why. She imagined his eyes tracing her butt, and she stuck it out just a bit more to emphasise its curves. In fact, she spent longer hunting the box than was necessary, and when she could pretend no more, she pulled out the case and opened it.
    With a long sniff, she stepped closer to him, trying to take in his scent, and trying not to stare wide-eyed at the strong curves of his torso. Being this close it was hard to resist pushing her mouth to his nipple and teasing it with her tongue, and she felt her clit becoming more and more insistent that she do that.
    She bought her hand between his pecs and stroked it slowly, feeling the taut strength of them, ready to uncoil at any moment. She was wet, and getting wetter.
    “You wax?” she asked, trying to justify her stroking hand.
    “Nope.”
    His breath teased her face again, and she knew it was flushed and hot.
    With her other hand, she bought the lavalier microphone to his skin and gently taped it on, taking a little longer to flatten the tape than was really necessary.
    “Stand up,” she said, a croak in her throat.
    He lurched forward into her body, and she didn’t step back, feeling his masculine frame pushing her backwards. She just wanted to bite into his chest now, sink her teeth in and reach round to grab his perfect ass.
    But he turned around, knowing the drill.
    She fed the wire around his waist, fixing it there with another sensual stroke of tape, and