shoved his pants all the way down. Lane threw her head back while he pushed into her warm and wet body.
He rode her hard.
A cute hiccup from the sexpot changed into a sharp intake of air, turning him on further.
Intoxicated with Lane, Jax wanted every bit of her. He reached down between her legs and massaged her mound. Once she cried out, he increased his speed. A tight buildup of adrenaline intermingled with ecstasy propelled him forward to fall into the abyss and let go.
***
A gray fog fell over the city. Julian walked on the dead grass at the campus of North Western University. He drank his coffee near one of the research facilities well before any of the early morning classes began.
The sudden, frigid autumn temperatures made him wonder if it would be a hard winter. He turned up the collar of his overcoat and took solace in the beautiful academic scenery.
Fewer murders happened in the winter, and the break would give him time to play catch-up in his new role as the city’s Top Cop. Even with a few unexpected bumps, Julian would be head of the entire Chicago police force.
Professional in the worst of circumstances, Julian found himself short-tempered of late. Sleep had evaded him the previous night. He tossed and turned, worried about Detective Jackson Thornbird.
“Captain.”
Julian didn’t bother to extend his hand. He had no use for this spineless twerp and being seen together would be detrimental to his promotion, almost more than Thornbird’s MIA status. To pretend he enjoyed Parker’s company would have been a farce beyond the best thespian’s abilities.
“Lockland,” he grunted. “Why am I here?”
“I’m guest lecturing. In other words, I’m too busy to come down to your filthy precinct.”
“Who you…. For what?” Julian asked, incredulous anyone would want Parker Lockland around impressionable youth.
“I am a surgeon.” He huffed out his credentials.
“You forgot the word plastic in front of the word surgeon,” Julian reminded him, already bored with his company.
The smug expression fell from Parker’s face. “Have you found my wife yet?”
Straight to the point . Rich guys didn’t usually tackle personal matters in such a way.
“You mean your ex-wife, Lane?”
“Not yet. She believes the final papers have been filed, which means I can still use her. Perhaps you wouldn’t be sweating bullets if you hadn’t lost her to begin with.”
Julian didn’t bother to respond to the privileged idiot. Anger fueled jerks like Lockland. He had no desire to give him what he aimed for.
“If you don’t want everything to come crashing down on your head, Captain, I suggest you find my wife.”
Invincible—guys like him always convinced themselves that they were. “You have just as much at stake as I do,” he mentioned over the top of his cup of coffee. “If I were you, I wouldn’t issue threats my ass couldn’t cash.”
There was an urge to punch the blond fool in the face and then haul him to county lock-up on some trumped-up charges. Parker Lockland wouldn’t last an hour in there, and the idea thrilled him.
“Where are you from, Captain? Rat-hole Detroit?” Parker stepped closer. “When this all goes to shit, who do you think they’ll believe? Not you. No, you’re just an errand boy.” Lockland poked him in the chest with two fingers. “While I get off scot-free with my fancy lawyers, you’ll be rotting away right along with the trash you put in there.”
Lockland stood over him by more than a couple of inches. Perhaps he believed his height would give him an advantage. Julian could have snapped Parker’s neck in two. However, coeds started to trickle onto the campus, unnecessary witnesses.
“You let Jackson Thornbird get too close. I don’t care what you do with him, but I want my wife back.”
“Detective Thornbird is still in the dark—”
“We can’t take the chance he’ll be in the light. The longer he’s with Lane the sooner he’ll
He rode her hard.
A cute hiccup from the sexpot changed into a sharp intake of air, turning him on further.
Intoxicated with Lane, Jax wanted every bit of her. He reached down between her legs and massaged her mound. Once she cried out, he increased his speed. A tight buildup of adrenaline intermingled with ecstasy propelled him forward to fall into the abyss and let go.
***
A gray fog fell over the city. Julian walked on the dead grass at the campus of North Western University. He drank his coffee near one of the research facilities well before any of the early morning classes began.
The sudden, frigid autumn temperatures made him wonder if it would be a hard winter. He turned up the collar of his overcoat and took solace in the beautiful academic scenery.
Fewer murders happened in the winter, and the break would give him time to play catch-up in his new role as the city’s Top Cop. Even with a few unexpected bumps, Julian would be head of the entire Chicago police force.
Professional in the worst of circumstances, Julian found himself short-tempered of late. Sleep had evaded him the previous night. He tossed and turned, worried about Detective Jackson Thornbird.
“Captain.”
Julian didn’t bother to extend his hand. He had no use for this spineless twerp and being seen together would be detrimental to his promotion, almost more than Thornbird’s MIA status. To pretend he enjoyed Parker’s company would have been a farce beyond the best thespian’s abilities.
“Lockland,” he grunted. “Why am I here?”
“I’m guest lecturing. In other words, I’m too busy to come down to your filthy precinct.”
“Who you…. For what?” Julian asked, incredulous anyone would want Parker Lockland around impressionable youth.
“I am a surgeon.” He huffed out his credentials.
“You forgot the word plastic in front of the word surgeon,” Julian reminded him, already bored with his company.
The smug expression fell from Parker’s face. “Have you found my wife yet?”
Straight to the point . Rich guys didn’t usually tackle personal matters in such a way.
“You mean your ex-wife, Lane?”
“Not yet. She believes the final papers have been filed, which means I can still use her. Perhaps you wouldn’t be sweating bullets if you hadn’t lost her to begin with.”
Julian didn’t bother to respond to the privileged idiot. Anger fueled jerks like Lockland. He had no desire to give him what he aimed for.
“If you don’t want everything to come crashing down on your head, Captain, I suggest you find my wife.”
Invincible—guys like him always convinced themselves that they were. “You have just as much at stake as I do,” he mentioned over the top of his cup of coffee. “If I were you, I wouldn’t issue threats my ass couldn’t cash.”
There was an urge to punch the blond fool in the face and then haul him to county lock-up on some trumped-up charges. Parker Lockland wouldn’t last an hour in there, and the idea thrilled him.
“Where are you from, Captain? Rat-hole Detroit?” Parker stepped closer. “When this all goes to shit, who do you think they’ll believe? Not you. No, you’re just an errand boy.” Lockland poked him in the chest with two fingers. “While I get off scot-free with my fancy lawyers, you’ll be rotting away right along with the trash you put in there.”
Lockland stood over him by more than a couple of inches. Perhaps he believed his height would give him an advantage. Julian could have snapped Parker’s neck in two. However, coeds started to trickle onto the campus, unnecessary witnesses.
“You let Jackson Thornbird get too close. I don’t care what you do with him, but I want my wife back.”
“Detective Thornbird is still in the dark—”
“We can’t take the chance he’ll be in the light. The longer he’s with Lane the sooner he’ll
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