Free Take Me by Shelli Stevens

moving in on his territory and set him straight.
    Dillon took a quick shower and then headed back to his quarters, but was interrupted when his communication mobile rang.
    â€œYes.”
    â€œDillon, it’s Ryder. Can you drop by my office?”
    â€œI’ll be there in two minutes.”
    He altered his route to swing by Ryder’s office, giving a sharp rap on the door before entering.
    Ryder stood gazing out the window, unusually stoic.
    â€œWhat’s going on?” Dillon asked, standing in the doorway.
    Ryder turned from the window. “I need a favor. I would request that you allow me to handle the entire interrogation process of the prisoner.”
    Hand over complete control? Dillon’s brows drew together. Never in the ten years they’d worked together had Ryder ever made such a request.
    â€œI see.” He considered the request. Ryder wouldn’t ask if he didn’t have a good reason. “All right. I’m available should you need backup, though.”
    â€œI know. And I thank you for that.” Ryder’s jaw clenched. “If you could follow up on those leads about the attack, in the off chance she doesn’t talk.”
    â€œWill do.”
    Ryder nodded again. “Thank you, Dillon. For not asking too many questions.”
    â€œYou’d do the same for me.” He already was doing the same. He guessed Ryder suspected his feelings for Krystal, but had never brought it up.
    He turned to leave and then remembered Krystal’s request. “By the way, your sister wants to have a word with you later.”
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    Ryder waited until his friend had left the room and then jerked a hand through his hair.
    Talia was the key to preventing the attack on Belton. She likely had all the information inside that pretty head, of when and how the attack was to take place.
    How he’d get her to talk was the question of the hour. She’d made it clear that she wouldn’t tell him, and torture was outlawed on the planet. Not that he’d torture a woman. Hell, even the thought of using it on a man made him uncomfortable.
    If she didn’t respond to his questioning he would move on to other means. Means he’d find quite enjoyable. He was well aware of her response to his touch, though she continued to fight it and him.
    But damn it, they didn’t have long. Word on the street was the attack on Belton was planned sometime in the next few weeks.
    One thing he couldn’t afford was to lose control tonight. He went to the door and pressed in the code to lock it.
    Walking back through his office, he headed straight toward the small shower. Turning on the spray, he stripped out of his clothes, dusty from the escape from the Council’s building, and stepped under the water.
    He would send for Talia in an hour to begin the questioning, and he would need a clear head.
    Closing his eyes, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and visualized the scene in her bedding unit in her home early this morning.
    Her breasts had been large and crowned with fat pouting nipples. His mouth watered as he recalled the sweet taste of her through the cotton. Oh gods. He stroked the length of his cock, thrusting his hips forward.
    Then there was her pussy. Smooth and soft, with perfectly formed labia lips that protected a responsive little clit.
    The urge to suck on it made his dick grow even harder. He groaned and moved his hand faster. In his head she thrashed on the bed, calling out his name as he sucked her clit, fucking her sweet cunt with two fingers.
    Then the vision changed. She now kneeled at his feet, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Deeper she brought him, and harder she sucked on him. He pressed his free hand against the wall of the shower and pumped his cock faster.
    â€œFuck.” His sac tightened and a second later sticky cum shot out under the stream of the shower. Again and again, until he was spent and his erection began to subside.
    Now