Free Down on Her Knees by Christine Bell Page A

trying not to come.
    “You feel so good,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed, rolling her hips into him in a circular motion that looked as sexy as it felt. He gave her more, pushing deeper until she gasped.
    “God, that’s—” She broke off, her throat working as she swallowed.
    “More?” he growled. She nodded and every nerve ending screamed with the need to finish it. He didn’t hold back this time, letting it loose, plunging hard and deep, until his balls were flush with her ass. His body quaked as the orgasm sang to him, a siren’s song, tugging him closer.
    God, he hoped she was close again. He took one, experimental thrust, a long stroke that pulled almost all the way out before sliding all the way back in. The friction was so sublime it nearly ended him.
    With a low groan, he slid one hand between her thighs and thumbed her clit as he began to fuck her in earnest, driving forward and back in a relentless rhythm. She sat up then, wrapping her arms and legs around him, working her hips in a frantic dance against his.
    “Oh, God,” she murmured once, and then again. A second later she froze, her legs gripping his waist like iron bars as she exploded around him. His brain short-circuited and his hips took over, pounding faster as her pussy clenched over him, milking him like a hot little fist. He shouted her name as the climax ripped through him. Cock pulsing and jerking, he exploded.
    It seemed like forever but was probably only a few minutes before his heartbeat finally returned to normal and he had the strength to disengage from her clutches.
    Now came the tricky part. What he wanted was to follow her the rest of the way down this road and spend the weekend doing exactly what they’d just done and more, over and over. Out of the question. Not just because he had to meet an informant later tonight, but also because they had a deal. For the first time since he’d implemented the four-scene rule five years before, it didn’t seem like enough. The fact that he’d had to wait so long for her was obviously fucking with his head. Celibacy would do that to a man. After the next scene, he’d be able to see things more clearly.
    “You okay?” he asked.
    She opened her eyes and nodded. “I’m great.”
    Great was very good. He patted her thigh gently and tucked himself back into his pants as she stood, tugging her shorts on. Wasn’t often he wore his dress blues, but she seemed to like them. He filed that information away for possible future use.
    “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t get in touch sooner. I caught a tricky case at work and spent all of my days and most of my nights at the precinct or out in the field. I wanted to make sure we did this right.”
    That was the truth. He had considered calling, but that would’ve crossed the line between a purely sexual contract to something a man would have done with his girlfriend. He didn’t break a date or change plans, he just had taken longer to implement them.
    “It’s fine. I wasn’t sure if you’d changed you mind or…”
    “Oh, definitely not that.” Her smile spurred him on and the words were out before he could stop them. “Are you meeting everyone at the carnival Sunday night? Galen and Lacey will be back from Puerto Rico, so it should be fun.”
    She hesitated and his stomach cramped. What the hell had he brought that up for? This was his first time doing a scene with someone who was also a friend of sorts, and he was cursing himself for blurring the lines between the two.
    “I was thinking about it,” she said before he could figure a way to backtrack. “Are we…doing that? I wasn’t sure if we were supposed to avoid each other socially until our business had concluded or not.”
    The idea didn’t seem to concern her either way; she looked more perplexed than anything. No point in making a mountain out of a molehill, then. Besides, keeping things as normal as possible would make the transition back to the usual easier on