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“You’re a cop. I’m, well, you know what I am.”

I wonder whether I should tell him and the guys my side of the story. They only know what’s stated in my file, unaware of the circumstances leading up to my arrest. Of how my ex-husband flipped and burned me simply because he could.

I want to tell him, but it won’t change my social and legal status.

I’m still a reformed criminal in his eyes.

“Tassia, you are a beautiful, fascinating, and vibrant woman,” Lucas says, his gaze softening as he looks at me. Okay, so maybeI’m not just a reformed criminal. “I’m not sure what you’re implying here.”

“I have a criminal record.”

“You paid the price. It’s in the past,” he replies.

One look from him and all those thoughts go flying into the night outside. He grabs me by the back of the neck, pulling me into a hungry kiss. Our tongues clash, and it’s game over for the both of us.

“We need to compartmentalize this, too,” I manage in between kisses.

“Sure, but first we need to see it through to the end. I’ve been thinking about this moment since I first tasted you,” he says, every word making me feel drunk.

Liquid heat gathers between my legs as Lucas helps me stand, trailing kisses down the side of my neck as I struggle to get him out of his t-shirt. He rolls my dress up, fingers registering every inch of skin along the way.

His touch sends fiery signals through my whole body. My breath hitches, and we pause.

“What about Mitch and Tyler? What if?—”

“They’re up in their rooms, already asleep,” Lucas whispers. “I wanted you all to myself tonight.”

I have questions, but they dissolve into a big pile of nothingness as Lucas resumes his merciless conquest. We kiss and touch each other, grinding and squeezing.

“Had I known what a treasure you are, I would’ve done this a lot sooner,” Lucas mumbles against my skin.

I can’t help but giggle. “Thank heavens my vibrator started a fire, eh?”

He quickly disrobes me, growling playfully as I stand before him naked. He snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me into another kiss. I taste the wine on his lips before he proceeds to kiss and lick every inch of skin downward. He settles on my right breast, squeezing and fondling, groaning as he takes my nipple in his mouth.

My pussy clenches in sweet delight as my head falls back and I whimper.

“Oh, yes,” I hear myself gasp before he moves to my left breast.

Over and over, he licks and suckles the tender skin until my nipples remain stiff and perky, his cock growing bigger and harder against my groin. I help him out of his boxers and eagerly take him in my hands.

He stills, his chest muscles twitching as he gazes deep into my eyes. “You have this effect on me, I’m afraid.”

“All the time?”

“All the damn time. It’s going to become a problem, eventually.”

“Not tonight, it isn’t,” I reply, stroking him gently up and down with both hands.

He grabs my ass and pulls me into him, his kisses becoming savage. The carnal desire reaches new pinnacles, and I abandon myself completely under his hold.

He steps back and lowers a hand between my legs. “Spread them,” he commands, his voice and authority sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes, sir,” I reply. He loves it. His eyes sparkle as his lips curl into a devious smile. I am putty in his hands. “Oh, fuck.” I pull in a deep breath as his fingers plunge into me. “Oh, god.”

The conquest is rapid and merciless.

I hold on to his massive shoulders, my knees weak as he finger-fucks me into oblivion. I orgasm so hard and fast, I barely register the moment before, coming all over his hand without warning.