Page 78 of Resisting His Charm
Climbing onto the bed, I grab hold of her legs and pull her towards me. Poppy falls flat onto her back. My fingers hook into her panties, and I slide them down her legs.
“If we move to a nudist community, how would you conceal all those weapons you like to carry around?” Poppy asks.
“Good point.” I spread her legs open. My fingers go straight for her pussy, not wasting any time pushing into her. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“You’re not the only one who’s been horny for hours,” she admits.
Removing my fingers, I settle my body over hers, lining up my cock with her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you until your throat is raw from screaming.”
“That’s a pretty big promise. You sure you’re up to it?” Poppy quirks a brow at me.
“Are you really questioning my abilities, Poppy?” I ask, pushing just the tip of my dick into her opening.
“Oh, I know your abilities. It’s why you’re still around,” she says.
“You know, if I were a less confident man, I’d assume you were using me for my body.”
“Well, I like your…” She pauses. Her brows draw downwards. “Um, I like your… Okay, fine, I’m totally using you for your body.” She smiles.
I push all the way inside, stilling once I’m fully settled. “Guess I better make sure I keep my figure then. I’d hate to have you lose interest.”
“Sammie?”
“Yeah?”
“Start fucking me.” Poppy tilts her pelvis upwards. “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I tell her, pulling out and then slamming right back in.
“You look exhausted.” Alfie slides me a glass of whiskey. It’s the cheap shit, but what can you expect from a small town pub?
“Thanks.” I take the glass. “What’d I miss?”
“Aunt Lailani and my dad are staking out that cop’s house. Your mom got us these.” He slides a badge in my direction.
“What the fuck do I want with this?” I pick up the badge that claims I’m an FBI agent.
“We’re going to go in and ask questions, internal-style.” Alfie smiles. “So, partner, drink up because we really shouldn’t be drinking on the job.”
“We’re just going to walk in there and ask questions about a cop being shot how many years ago?” I don’t like this idea. I’dmuch rather nab the guy and torture the fucking truth out of him.
“Your mom says that the FBI going in and asking questions about the incident is going to put a fire under his ass. Guilty people panic, and panicked people do stupid shit. He’ll expose himself,” Alfie says.
“Fine. What exactly are we investigating?” I ask.
“Oh, you’re going to love this…” Alfie’s smile widens.
“What?”
“We’re investigating the Lopezes,’” he says.
“All of them?”
“Well, obviously we’re obnoxious assholes so we’re going after the big fish. Emmanuel Lopez, heard of him?” Alfie laughs.
“Yeah, heard he’s a fucking psychopath.”
“That would be putting it lightly.”
