Copping To It by Ava Meyers Page B

the very thought of being naked and exposed in
front of a crowd made her stomach clench with anxiety — she might
be willing to make an exception if it meant she’d finally get
another taste of Ty. Imagining it made her body flash with heat and
her pussy gush with undeniable arousal.
    Realization was like a bucket of ice water
tossed in her face.
    Sick. She was sick.
    Ashamed and already dreading the knowledge
that would fill Ty’s eyes once he saw her and sensed her
excitement, she tried to move away. To run from the room. Of
course, she couldn’t. Randall laughed and jerked her closer,
pulling her hair with his other hand and yanking her head back.
“Like what you see, do you? Let’s get you a closer look.”
    “No —” She’d been a fool to come back here,
but she hadn’t been able to resist.
    It had been Hoyt’s absence that had cinched
it.
    Six months ago, just before her in-depth
exposé on the gang leader had run in the paper, she’d had the
unfortunate pleasure of talking to the man face-to-face. It had
been him, and only him, that Claire had truly feared during her
entire investigation — and that had been true long before she’d
ever met him. Still, when she’d learned that Hoyt had been arrested
three days ago during a drug raid and would be absent during the
gang’s annual initiation “festivities”, she’d told herself not to
read anything into it. That it wasn’t a sign. That it would be
stupid for her to risk going back onto Guardian property now that
Hoyt and several others knew what she’d written about them. She had
to remember that as harmless as Hoyt’s men might seem, they were
dark enough to do his dirty work for him.
    None of it had been enough to keep her away.
She’d heard what went on during Guardian initiations. She’d wanted
to see it for herself.
    And she’d wanted to see one particular
person being initiated far more than any other. Now that that was
happening, Ty would discover the very thing she’d been trying to
keep hidden from him.
    Voyeurism. Danger. Kink.
    It was what got her off. It was her vice and
her shame. And it was the reason she’d run when Ty had come into
her life, even though running from him had been the last thing
she’d wanted to do.
    If he saw her now, he would know how bad she
really was. That while he associated with the gang for the greater
good, she did it out of sheer fascination and pure perverted
pleasure…
    “Ouch!” She winced when Randall pulled her
hair even harder. Apparently, he didn’t have a problem hurting a
woman after all. He propelled her past the crowd, dragging her
toward the front of the room until she was standing no more than
five feet from Ty.
    Even then, he was too distracted to notice
her.
    Hard to blame him. Even she was
mesmerized.
    The blonde was moving her hand up and down
his massive cock as she continued to suck him. Ty’s eyes were open
but they were fixed on what the woman was doing to him, his eyes
half-hooded and his fingers still tangled in her hair. But Claire
noticed he wasn’t saying anything. In fact, he wasn’t making any
sound. The contrast to how he’d sounded when he’d touched her
months earlier, after police officials had arranged for them to
meet, was marked. She’d been supposed to prep him for his
undercover assignment, but that had led to more intimate acts. The
memory of his gravelly voice wafted around the room, reminding her
that he had been far from silent the night they’d almost made
love.
    That’s it, baby. Let me make you feel
good.
    Give it to me, Claire. Give me everything
you have.
    But he hadn’t always been so articulate.
When she’d stroked him with her palm, he’d groaned his pleasure
unabashedly, instructing her with hot, guttural, broken words where
to touch him and how hard.
    No, he wasn’t a reticent lover, but she had
to remember this wasn’t Ty. The person sprawled before her was the
cop, not the man. The one doing his “duty” while others,