RIDING MY CRIMINAL 2.
"Go sit on the couch, Kelvin," I commanded, my voice cold again. “I'm not done interrogating you yet”.
He laughed, a dark, satisfied sound, and walked toward the living room, his cuffed hands resting against his bare backside.
I followed him, the heat in my core burning hotter than ever.
Kelvin sat back on the heavy leather couch. His hands were still locked behind hím. He looked like a king on a throne, graceful as ever.
I stood over hím, my chest heaving. The power I felt was like a drug, better than anything sold on the street.
I reached up and unzipped my tactical vest. I let it hit the floor with a heavy thud. Then came my shirt. I stood there in just my black lace bra and my police trousers. My heart was slamming against my ribs. I could see his eyes--th
