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“I’m sorry!”

“Oh, baby,” he spoke again, his hand leaving my throat and fingers forcing their way inside my mouth, hooking against the inside of my cheek.

I groaned at the discomfort, but it didn’t stop him from hammering into me like he was adamantly trying to teach me a crucial lesson.

“You should be. Why don’t you show me just how sorry you are, yeah?”

I knew what he wanted, so when he slipped out, I immediately turned and got down on my knees, opening my mouth wide for him.

He wasn’t gentle. Not at all. Spike never was.

He fucked my throat with so much anger and vengeance it was like my appearance at the precinct this morning had ultimately pissed him off and this was his way of getting payback.

And for all I knew, maybe it was.

That was fine though. Because he’d pissed me off whenever he came after my job.

So, just to be a bitch, I scraped my teeth along his shaft and then grinned big when he hissed in pain and jerked out of my mouth with a fatal, heated look flashing through his dark eyes.

“Charlotte.”

And then I sucked him back in, deep throating down his piercings until I couldn’t breathe.

Spike cursed loudly, then stumbled back, holding my head in place the faster and harder he worked his hips. I held on and let him fuck my throat as deep as I could possibly handle until eventually, he exploded down my mouth.

I swallowed everything and then heaved in desperate, greedy fucking breaths when Spike trudged off with a sated sigh and gathered his clothes.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered as he dressed, shaking his head. “For trying to get you replaced. It felt like you were trying to tell us how to do our jobs, and I got pissed when you started questioning us about the suspects. Then, when I found out who you really were and that you’ve been lying to us, it didn’t help make it any better. I just…reacted, and I’m truly sorry.”

He finished getting dressed, then approached me, grabbing my hands. He brought them up to his mouth, and in a bold move I hadn’t anticipated, kissed each of my knuckles gently.

“Please forgive me. I was wrong.” He moved closer, his mouth pausing by my ear. “All you have to do is sit on top of that desk and I’ll give you a second taste of just how sorry I truly am.”

“Spike.” My lips parted as I stared up at him, gasping as he forced my body back until I was sitting on the desk and his head was between my legs, sucking and licking up my pussy again.

“You… don’t…” I started, but it was already too late. His tongue was deep inside my core and his fingers were sliding in easily after, stroking along each of my favorite spots until my pussy was shamefully grinding against his hot mouth and I was collapsing, leaving his face soaked.

“Let me follow you home?” he asked when he rose to his feet, trapping his lips against mine before I could ever get a word out. “Please.”

I sighed, still fighting to catch my damn breath. “Fine, Spike. You can make sure I get home safely.”

He grinned at me through his mask, looking so elated it had my heart smiling despite how angry I still was with him.

twenty-three

Charlotte

My cheeks were tomato red when Spike escorted me out of the building. But now, as I was on the way home and glancing through my rearview mirror to find Spike riding a little too close to my ass for comfort, it was worse.

What the fuck were you thinking, Charlotte?

In your office of all fucking places?

In my defense, it wasn’t technically my fault. It wasn’t like I knew Spike would show up, nor was I expecting to walk inside my office to find him stripped naked, and me being bent over my desk after the fact.

It was hot, though.

God, was it so fucking hot.