Free Cops 02 - Love on the Run by Kori Roberts

again. Please…” She was right on the verge of an orgasm, and it wouldn’t take much to send her over.
    Tony seemed to know it, too. “Uh-uh. No coming until I say so. Today you’re going to learn a lesson in control.” He ignored Bianca’s protests as he wiped the excess lubricant off and helped her to her feet.
    As soon as Bianca was standing, Tony pulled her into his arms, and her lips immediately sought his. Her muscles clenched around the solid weight of the plug inside her, and she moaned against his lips. “So, what’s on the agenda for the day?” she asked when he let her up for air.
    “Well, I’m going to take a shower and then we’ll get dressed and go and find some breakfast.” He sucked on her lower lip. “After that, I’m going to follow you back to your place so you can park your car and change your clothes. A little later on, we’re going to watch a show.”
    Bianca frowned. “What type of show?”
    He gave her one of those smiles that always made her wet. “You’ll see soon enough.”
     
    *
     
    “What are you thinking about?”
    How beautiful you are. She’d never say it out loud, though. It wasn’t considered macho or masculine to call a man that. Especially a man as tough and strong as Tony. But it was true.
    Bianca remembered the art classes she had taken in school, and her favorite artists were always those who created finely sculpted pieces with great definition and amazing detail.
    That’s what she saw every time she looked at Tony. His large body was so well-proportioned, so precisely defined. And when he moved, it was with such masculine grace, he was like a walking work of art — flawless, perfect. Beautiful.
    “I was thinking about those pictures on your computer,” she said instead.
    She saw him smile, and he glanced over at her briefly. “I wondered when you’d ask me about that. For a while I thought you’d forgotten about them.”
    “Oh, I hadn’t forgotten. But I’ve been a little…distracted since I first saw them, and I hadn’t had a chance to ask you yet.”
    “The woman in the picture is an acquaintance of mine.” He said the words so casually that for a moment Bianca thought she hadn’t heard him right.
    Bianca sat there thinking that she was going to have to do something about the sudden case of jealousy she’d developed that seemed to flare up with alarming frequency lately. It seemed just the mere thought of Tony with another woman made her claws want to come out.
    Which made no sense at all. She didn’t consider herself a jealous person, had never been one to worry about the previous lovers of the men she dated. Hell, she and Tony weren’t even dating; they were just fucking. She had no claim to him whatsoever, and yet she found herself unable to stop the protective and territorial feelings that raced through her, no matter how irrational they were.
    “You’ll probably get a chance to meet her and her husband at the show tonight.”
    Bianca’s head snapped around at Tony’s words. “Oh, so she’s married?”
    “Yeah, that’s her husband in the picture.”
    Bianca tried to ignore the sudden relief she felt at his words; she tried to pretend that the huge grin threatening to spread across her face had nothing to do with the fact that the woman was married and unavailable.
    “Speaking of shows…” She turned in her seat to look at him, and the movement caused the plug to shift. A wave of pleasure shot through her, so sudden, so intense, that it took her breath away. She clenched her teeth together to keep from moaning, pressed her legs together to keep from coming.
    Tony glanced in her direction with a knowing smile on his face. He knew exactly what was happening to her, and he was obviously enjoying watching her suffer. Asshole. Big, arrogant, dominating, beautiful, sexy asshole.
    “Where exactly is this show at?” Bianca finally managed to finish her sentence.
    “See for yourself,” he told her. She glanced out the window as Tony