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“Please,” I whimper, holding onto his shoulders so tightly that my fingers hurt.

He keeps going, but now his focus shifts to the bundle of nerves above my opening. My whole body freezes up. I can’t do anything but sit here and take everything that he’s giving me.

The release hits me like a train. I start babbling, hardly cognizant of what I’m saying. My body clenches, nearly convulsing in pleasure as my pleasure builds to a crescendo.

I’m reaching my peak, and I throw my head back. Then, unable to hold back that word any longer, my mouth drops open, and I cry out, “Daddy!”

That gives Noah pause, but after a tiny break in his ministrations, he starts again, going even more enthusiastically than before. I’m so caught up in my pleasure that I can’t find it in me to feel embarrassed about the slip. If anything, it seems to encourage him to give me more of what I want.

He works me through my first orgasm, not stopping until I slump against him, making whimpering noises. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer against him. I can still feel his hard cock against me, but I don’t know what to do with it.

“I– I’m sorry for…for calling you that,” I say when I finally catch my breath, my face burning as the shame fully sinks in.

“Baby girl, you have to stop apologizing,” Noah says. “Daddy is always going to make you feel good.”

Another sharp tendril of pleasure shoots through me. I don’t know if this is a normal part of having sex, but I don’t care if it’s normal or not. I’m still recovering from my first orgasm, but I already want more, and it’s all because Noah’s calling me his baby and letting me call him daddy.

“I– I wanna make you feel good, too,” I say after a moment.

He groans as he reaches for his belt. Electricity climbs up my spine as he pulls out his member. I can’t see it, the hem of my dress covering both of our laps. But then he pulls my panties to the side again. This time, instead of his fingers, I’m met with the blunt head of his cock sliding through my folds.

“Can daddy put it in?” he asks me, and I realize that he’s restraining himself for my sake.

“Please, daddy,” I say, the term already feeling at home in my mouth.

I gasp, sucking in air as he enters me. His length is so much thicker than his fingers, and I feel like I’m being split open in the best way. However, I only get to soak up this experience for a few thrusts before we’re interrupted.

At first, neither of us responds to the knock on Noah’s office door. Then, there’s another, more insistent series of bangs on the door. Noah grits his teeth and barks out, “What?! And don’t come in; I’m in the middle of something.”

“Sorry,” the officer says. “We have a lead on the perp from the library. You told us to let you know the minute we found anything.”

Immediately, I stiffen. Noah slips out of me, making a shushing sound as he does. I clamber to my feet, adjusting my dress and panties. He stands too, tucking himself back into his pants.

“I have to go deal with this,” he says, cupping my cheek and pulling me in for a reassuring kiss. “You stay here in the office. You’ll be safe.”

“Okay,” I say, even though the thought of his leaving makes me want to cry.

He’s right, though. As long as I’m in the police station, I’ll be safe. Plus, he’s leaving to get information on the man who attempted to assault me a few hours ago. Still, my stomach sinks as Noah walks out the door, leaving me alone.

Chapter Five

Noah

“This better be good,” I say as I walk into the station’s conference room.

Both of the officers on duty tonight are already here. If it were any other day, I’d be annoyed that we didn’t have anyone on the street. I’m still kind of ticked off, but I don’t have any time to issue a reprimand. There are more pressing matters to deal with.

“I think it is,” Murphy says, turning his laptop screen toward me. “One of our dispatch operators got an anonymous call with a tip. Apparently, this guy just got out of prison for assault, moved into his aunt’s place to get a fresh start. We have a name and address. The caller said they saw someone matching his description fleeing the library around the same time that you were there.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me this sooner?” I ask, staring at the mugshot. He’s our guy for sure. His hair is shorter in this picture, but his face is the exact same.

“They just got the call,” Murphy says. He nods at the other officer. “We both came straight here to discuss what you’d like us to do.”

If the call just came in, it’s likely the work of my friend. Smart of him to cover both of our tracks like this. I’ll have to take him out for a drink once everything’s taken care of.

“Well, first thing’s first,” I say, my eyes bouncing between the two of them. “One of you needs to get back out to patrol. Be on the lookout for this guy, but also any drunk drivers or other dangers. Respond to calls as needed.”

“I’ll head out,” the second officer says, getting to his feet and hustling to the door.