Chapter One
Goddamned cops.
Marienna threw her purse onto the recliner, not caring that the contents spilled out. A sixty-freaking-dollar ticket for not using her turn signal. Her weekend could not start out any worse. The pinche cabrone had the nerve to flirt with her and ogle her cleavage from behind his aviator sunglasses. Had she played that up, though, she might have gotten off with a warning, along with the sweaty pig’s phone number. Mari shook her head. Sixty dollars wasn’t bad considering that alternative.
Her mother had gone through the local police force like candy. That woman’s obsession with the uniform had gained Marienna three cop stepfathers, two cop half-brothers and one long-lasting hatred for the profession. She avoided the macho power trips at family reunions and didn’t intend to pander to every flatfoot she met.
She tore off her blazer and reached under her silk shell to unclasp her bra. After her heels, the bra was the first thing to hit the floor after work. If her boobs weren’t size C and a half, she’d go without more often.
She looked down at her chest. Naw, she’d never trade them for smaller models. She usually enjoyed the way she filled out her clothes. Just to show them that there were no hard feelings, Mari cupped them, one in each hand.
Adrenaline always did turn her on. Her tirade during the rest of the drive home only primed her for a night of wild sex with her toys. Blame it on my hot Latin blood .
“A date with Bob tonight,” Mari announced to her cat, who had curled into a fat white ball in the last square of sunlight that shone through the window. Chester just gave her the lazy look he usually did when she talked to him like a human. She returned his serious gaze, her hands still teasing her breasts. She refused to touch her nipples until she’d sufficiently worked herself up. “Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be out to cook some dinner.”
Chester yawned. Mari spun on her heel and marched to her room, where she wasted no time stripping and throwing her comforter on the ground. God, she needed this. After my Friday from hell and an asshole cop. All stresses can be erased by…
“Bob.” She pulled her vibrator and a tube of warming jelly out from her nightstand drawer. Okay, she was going crazy. Talking to cats was one thing, but now her battery operated boyfriend? She couldn’t care less. No one could hear her chatter. Hers was the first townhouse built in this subdivision. The rest were empty shells that would remain as such since the contractor went belly up during the recession. The local kids used the area to practice their X-Game tricks with dirt bikes and skateboards. There was only one guy in the townhouse glued to hers. He rarely left his place, let alone worried about the mental health of his neighbor.
Mari sprawled out on her king sized bed, propping pillows just how she liked them. Once she settled in, she released a sigh that had been building since about noon. Fuck ’em. Fuck ’em all . My boss can go straight to hell, right along with the traffic cop with the overblown sense of sexy. She blocked out everything. The hum of her air conditioner, the noise of a group of teens fighting outside her window, and even the distant sirens from the city in the background. She refused to be distracted this evening.
Finally she felt her face relax into a smile. Nothing like self-serve orgasms to make a girl feel right with the world. She propped Bob on the pillows under her hips and started with her breasts.
“Oh, hell yeah.” Her nipples, already stiff with anticipation, tingled at the first brush of her fingers. The warmth spiraled a familiar path down to her sex, filling her pussy lips with blood and moisture.
As much as she wanted to slide Bob in and turn it up to the highest speed available, Mari loved the buildup almost as much as the release, especially with this much tension coursing through her veins. The air around her almost crackled with
Goddamned cops.
Marienna threw her purse onto the recliner, not caring that the contents spilled out. A sixty-freaking-dollar ticket for not using her turn signal. Her weekend could not start out any worse. The pinche cabrone had the nerve to flirt with her and ogle her cleavage from behind his aviator sunglasses. Had she played that up, though, she might have gotten off with a warning, along with the sweaty pig’s phone number. Mari shook her head. Sixty dollars wasn’t bad considering that alternative.
Her mother had gone through the local police force like candy. That woman’s obsession with the uniform had gained Marienna three cop stepfathers, two cop half-brothers and one long-lasting hatred for the profession. She avoided the macho power trips at family reunions and didn’t intend to pander to every flatfoot she met.
She tore off her blazer and reached under her silk shell to unclasp her bra. After her heels, the bra was the first thing to hit the floor after work. If her boobs weren’t size C and a half, she’d go without more often.
She looked down at her chest. Naw, she’d never trade them for smaller models. She usually enjoyed the way she filled out her clothes. Just to show them that there were no hard feelings, Mari cupped them, one in each hand.
Adrenaline always did turn her on. Her tirade during the rest of the drive home only primed her for a night of wild sex with her toys. Blame it on my hot Latin blood .
“A date with Bob tonight,” Mari announced to her cat, who had curled into a fat white ball in the last square of sunlight that shone through the window. Chester just gave her the lazy look he usually did when she talked to him like a human. She returned his serious gaze, her hands still teasing her breasts. She refused to touch her nipples until she’d sufficiently worked herself up. “Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be out to cook some dinner.”
Chester yawned. Mari spun on her heel and marched to her room, where she wasted no time stripping and throwing her comforter on the ground. God, she needed this. After my Friday from hell and an asshole cop. All stresses can be erased by…
“Bob.” She pulled her vibrator and a tube of warming jelly out from her nightstand drawer. Okay, she was going crazy. Talking to cats was one thing, but now her battery operated boyfriend? She couldn’t care less. No one could hear her chatter. Hers was the first townhouse built in this subdivision. The rest were empty shells that would remain as such since the contractor went belly up during the recession. The local kids used the area to practice their X-Game tricks with dirt bikes and skateboards. There was only one guy in the townhouse glued to hers. He rarely left his place, let alone worried about the mental health of his neighbor.
Mari sprawled out on her king sized bed, propping pillows just how she liked them. Once she settled in, she released a sigh that had been building since about noon. Fuck ’em. Fuck ’em all . My boss can go straight to hell, right along with the traffic cop with the overblown sense of sexy. She blocked out everything. The hum of her air conditioner, the noise of a group of teens fighting outside her window, and even the distant sirens from the city in the background. She refused to be distracted this evening.
Finally she felt her face relax into a smile. Nothing like self-serve orgasms to make a girl feel right with the world. She propped Bob on the pillows under her hips and started with her breasts.
“Oh, hell yeah.” Her nipples, already stiff with anticipation, tingled at the first brush of her fingers. The warmth spiraled a familiar path down to her sex, filling her pussy lips with blood and moisture.
As much as she wanted to slide Bob in and turn it up to the highest speed available, Mari loved the buildup almost as much as the release, especially with this much tension coursing through her veins. The air around her almost crackled with
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