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  “I need to get him out of my system. Maybe after I see him one more time, I’ll be okay,” I said, climbing off the sofa.

  “Maybe… maybe not.” Jordan made himself more comfortable on the sofa, folding his legs behind him. “Be careful. Don’t forget who Alexi is, and have fun.”

  “That’s not the only reason why I’m going there, ya know.”

  “Good cock isn’t enough? What else are you going for?” he asked with a chuckle.

  “I’m going to plant a bug in his house. I need to know what he knows about the case he’s working on. My case,” I pointed out.

  Jordan sighed. “Another reason why you need to play this shit safe, Eric. Don’t get too close to him.”

  “I won’t. Like I said, it’s just an itch that needs scratching. I’m killing two birds with one stone.”

  “Sure, okay. I just know you like to have your itches scratched more than once. All I’m saying is be careful,” Jordan stated.

  Damn, he knew me so well. I retrieved one of the bugs I was going to use and slipped it into my pocket, then climbed into my car and drove to Alexi’s house. I was hoping I wasn’t making a huge mistake by pursuing him, but I just had to know if he was someone I could walk away from after I got my pleasure from him. I found a parking spot a few doors down from his apartment over the Mexican restaurant. The lights were out, so maybe he wasn’t home yet. I didn’t have his phone number, so all I could do was wait for him to get back. Another damn stakeout, ugh!

  ~*~

  About two hours passed before I saw Alexi drive up on his hog. Damn, he looked so fucking hot. He climbed off and adjusted his cock… a cock I knew to be a magnificent piece of flesh. He was wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a red and black leather biker jacket. He was the very definition of sexy. I waited until he went inside, then climbed out of my car. I didn’t go in right away; in fact, I did some pacing back and forth, really contemplating if I should make this move knowing what I knew about him.

  Maybe I could just keep him at arm’s length and only call on him when I wanted to have a little fun? That might work. I took a deep breath and made my way inside the building, climbing the steps to his floor. I must say, this place had some seriously lax security. I reached his apartment and knocked on the door. I stood there, my palms sweating like I was some nervous kid going on my first date. This shit was ridiculous. I needed to pull myself together.

  I heard footsteps approaching, then they stopped at the door, and I knew he was looking through the peephole and could see me standing there. The next thing that happened was the sound of two locks unlocking and then the door opened. There was my sexy French god of fornication standing before me.

  “Back so soon?” he asked in that drawer-dropping voice of his.

  I licked my lips and nodded. “Yeah… I just wanted to see you again.” Well, it was the truth. “Is this a good time?”

  He leaned against the door frame, one arm over his head as he peered down at me. “After the day I’ve had, I could use some downtime.”

  Downtime? Is that what he thought I was, downtime? I wasn’t so sure how I felt about that. But then, why should it upset me? Hell, he was downtime to me. It wasn’t like I was looking for some kind of fucking relationship… just a fucking relationship.

  I gathered my ball sac firmly in my hand, both literally and figuratively, through my sweats and smiled. “So, are you planning on letting me in?”

  He smirked and pushed himself off the doorframe. He stepped to the side, widening the space so I could come inside, and I took the unspoken invitation. “Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked as he closed the door.

  “Got a soda?”

  “Sure. Sprite good?” he asked, then walked towards his refrigerator.

  “Perfect.”

  I watched him pull out a soda for me and a beer for himself. He popped both bottle tops off with ease on the edge of his countertop, then walked back to me, handing me the soda.

  I smiled and took it. “Thanks.” I took a nice, long swig of the drink as he watched me. His eyes were so trained on my mouth and throat, you didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what was on his… but still, I had to ask. “What are you looking at?”

  “You,” he said, then tossed his beer back, taking a few swigs.

  “Me?”

  He nodded. “Those lips of yours shouldn’t be wrapped around anything but my dick. And watching you swallow… I couldn’t help but imagine your throat working as you guzzle down my load.”

  I laughed because that was some sexy shit and if I didn’t add some levity to this situation, I was going to drop to my knees and get to work. I wanted to maintain some measure of control at that moment. I didn’t want to come off as some cock thirsty bitch.

  “You find that funny?” he asked, cocking an inquisitive brow.

  “Only in the way that you think you have me by the short and curlies,” I said.

  “Ahh, and you think I don’t?”

  “I know you don’t.”

  “Is that so?” He smirked, those perfect lips parting ever so slightly to show off his white teeth.

  “I like a challenge just as much as the next guy,” I stated.

  “Then who’s fucking whom tonight?” he asked, and it stumped the shit out of me. I came all this way to get my brains pounded out of me through my asshole, and this motherfucker had me dead to rights on that. “I’m waiting for your response.”

  I took another few swallows of my soda and Alexi laughed.

  “That’s what I thought.” He put his beer down and took my soda from my hand, placing it on the counter next to his drink. Alexi grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him. “So, how long has your body been yearning for my cock?” he asked as he started kissing my neck. “It’s been about twenty-four hours since we last fucked. Have you been thinking of me this whole time?”

  I was at a loss for words as his lips took possession of me and held me under their spell. He planted soft kisses along my jaw to my cheek, and when he pressed his mouth to mine, sparks flew. God, I wanted him! I reached up, grabbing him by his gorgeous silver hair and kissed him as hungrily as he was kissing me.

  He started walking us towards his brown suede sofa and before I knew it, he had forced me back and pushed me onto the cushions. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

  I kept my eyes glued to him as I hastily removed my t-shirt, shoes, and sweats. “What about you?”

  “What about me?” He was looking down at me with so much desire, like he could eat me alive.

  “Aren’t you going to get naked too?” I asked, feeling a little underdressed.

  He laughed under his breath and reached down, running a finger along the length of my jawline. “Don’t worry, beautiful, I’m going to get naked, but you’re going to be the one to undress me, little by little.” He pulled his hand away, turned, and walked towards his chair and took a seat.

  Okay, this was some new shit to me. Here I was sitting naked as the day I was born, and he was fully clothed, sitting in a chair, looking at me. When were we going to fuck?

  Alexi smirked. “You look anxious.”

  “I’m just wondering what the fuck kind of game you’re playing,” I said.

  He tsked. “So impatient. You’re young, what’s the rush? Savor the moment.”

  “I’d rather savor your cock spunk,” I stated.

  He laughed. “Oh, don’t worry, you will. But first, I figure we get to know each other a little bit more.”

  “Like our names?” I asked.

  He shifted in his chair and nodded. “Sure, why not? This is our second time together… it’s only fair. My name is Alexi Taylor… and you?”

  Well, I already knew his name thanks to that news reel, but best I pretended like I didn’t. Thing was, I wasn’t going to give him my real name, but one of the alias’ Jordan had made up for me, complete with a background history. “Shawn Mitchell,” I lied.

  He smirked and snorted on the sly as if h
e knew I was lying about my name. “Shawn Mitchell, eh? Okay.”

  Damn! Must be that cop intuition of his. All the more reason for me to be cautious around him. “You say that like you don’t believe me,” I checked.

  He cocked an eyebrow. “In my line of work, you learn how to spot a lie. But this is just our second time meeting and you seem as though you have some walls up. If we’re going to see each other, even sporadically, I think we should get to know one another a bit more,” Alexi said. “Do you agree?”

  I was feeling exposed, and in more ways than one. I knew I should probably leave him and never come back, but the wise part of my brain just couldn’t get the rest of my body off that sofa, so I answered his questions instead. “Yeah, sure.”

  He smiled, showing me those perfect teeth again. “Good. How about we play a little game. I ask you a question, and if I believe your answer, I’ll remove an article of clothing.”

  I chuckled. “I’m sitting here naked, so the scales already seemed to be tipped in your favor.”

  “You didn’t let me finish,” he said.

  “Oh, okay… go on, then.”

  “Once I’m naked, you can tell me all the ways you’re great in bed. If my cock gets hard, I’ll let you fuck me,” he added, issuing what seemed like a challenge I could make him rise to.

  “Don’t I get to ask you any questions?”

  “No, because I’m in control and you lied about your name.”

  Damn, he shot that reply back quick like a bullet.

  “I have I.D. that proves you’re wrong,” I pointed out, still pressing.

  He smirked. “I.D. can tell falsehoods, the eyes can’t. I’m not mad that you gave me an alias. The first time you were here, we didn’t exchange names before we exchanged bodily fluids. I find that exciting, so we’ll just leave it at that.” He crossed one of his muscular, long legs over the other and kept his bright blue gaze trained on me. “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-eight,” I said, telling the truth.

  The right side of his lip turned up, so I guessed he liked my answer. Damn, he was so fucking sexy. “Young, but not too young for me.”

  “How old are you?” I asked.

  “Didn’t I tell you that you couldn’t ask questions?”

  “I told you the truth about my age.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “So, you think that entitles you to ask me questions?”

  “Yes.”

  He chuckled under his breath. “How about this, I’ll answer your questions as long as you continue to tell the truth. I’ll do this in addition to removing an article of clothing. Fair?”

  “Fair.” I was getting excited about this little sexual game we were playing.

  “Fifty-three.”

  “Fifty-three?” I repeated, confused as to why he blurted out that particular number.

  “My age. I’m fifty-three.”

  “Oh.” Damn! He looked good as fuck for his age. Not to mention, he seemed to have the stamina of a twenty-year-old by the way he had fucked me last time. I watched as he removed one boot and tossed it aside, revealing a sock-covered foot. From the articles of clothing he was wearing, I was guessing I had seven questions he was going to ask me, well, six now. I was hoping he wasn’t wearing any underwear and then it’d just be five more questions I’d have to answer.

  “What’s your favorite food?” he asked, which threw me off. I wasn’t really prepared for such a random non-sexual question.

  I thought about my favorite food. “Steak.”

  “Ahh, a red meat lover, eh?” Alexi said, grinning as he removed his sock.

  “I like meat, period,” I added with a wink.

  “That brings me to my other question. Have you ever been tied up before?” he continued.

  Well, that really depends on your definition of tied up, I thought. I’d been tied to operating chairs and tables. Tied up in a game of cops and robbers as a kid. I’d been tied to a tree in military training, but never in bed. I figured that was the answer he wanted.

  “I’m assuming you mean in bed, so the answer is no,” I replied.

  “Don’t like to relinquish control, do you?” he asked as he cocked his head to the side.

  “Does that count as one of your questions?”

  “Only if you answer it truthfully.”

  “No, not really. I like being in control.”

  “I can see that,” he said, then leaned over, removing his other boot and a sock. After that, he settled back into his chair.

  “Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked.

  I thought about Jordan and what he meant to me. He wasn’t my boyfriend, but he was definitely someone in my life who was very special to me. “I have someone I enjoy, but we have an open relationship.” That was as honest I was going to get.

  Alexi removed his shirt, revealing those toned muscles he kept in such fine condition. Oooh, shit was getting heated now. His tatts looked so good on him, making him look butch as fuck.

  “You top, I’m sure,” he speculated with a chuckle. “What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done in bed… or out of it?” he asked me.

  I had to think about all of my sexual exploits, most were fleeting. I never really did anything wild in bed. He’d consider me pretty vanilla. “Fucked some guys outside,” I said, which was probably one of the kinkiest things I’d done, and that was mainly because I’d just been trying to shoot my nuts off before I went home. “Do you find that boring?”

  “I think you’ve limited yourself, and I’m trying to figure out why you’re so restrained,” he said.

  Oh shit, was this some kind of psychoanalyzing shit? “Maybe I should leave.”

  “Why?” he asked, staring at me.

  “I—maybe I’m too boring for you,” I said, looking for an excuse to leave even though I didn’t want to.

  “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that? Anyway…” he paused and removed his jeans, revealing those gorgeous fucking legs with their smooth lines and sculpted muscles.

  I wasn’t even going to comment on his cock, which was still hidden behind his underwear. Boxer-briefs. His gym membership card must have faded, worn-out lettering. When I let my eyes roam over his body, I felt my libido go into overdrive. My cock, which was already hard, started leaking a steady flow of precum down my shaft.

  His eyes checked out my drooling dick, then he looked back up at my face. “You like what you see. That’s good.”

  I tore my gaze from his plump nipples to look back up at his handsome, smiling face. “You’re hot, I’m sure you already know that.”

  He winked, and my cock stiffened even more.

  “Now, for the final question, are you ready?” he asked.

  “I’ve been ready to do more than talk for a minute now, let’s get to it.”

  “Why did you come back here?”

  Okay, I wasn’t expecting him to ask me that because I thought it was obvious.

  “I want to fuck you again,” I said plainly.

  He shook his head. “For someone who doesn’t like to give up control, and knowing I like to be in control as well, why did you come back here?”

  I sat back against the sofa and tried to think of a good enough reply that wouldn’t be too revealing. He was just waiting patiently, and I needed all the time he was giving me. Finally, my answer came to me. “Because I’ve never met a man like you.” I shrugged, because that was an honest reply.

  He tugged down his underwear just enough to reveal the muscular V leading to his groin. It was enough of a tease to make my mouth water, but he didn’t go any further. Damn it! “And?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

  I licked my lips in anticipation of licking something else if I could just get his ass out of those fucking boxer-briefs! “I don’t bottom often… or like ever… but I liked the way you make me feel.” Okay, that was a little more truth.

  He pulled his underwear down a little more to reveal his silver and black, perfectly trimmed pubic hair, but didn’t remove them.
“And?”

  Jesus Christ, what more did he want? “I’ve told you the reason why I’m here.”

  “The underwear stay on if I don’t like your answers,” he warned.

  I huffed in total frustration. I wasn’t used to playing these kinds of sex games, and I wasn’t so sure I liked them. “I’m not lying.”

  “I know, but that isn’t the full story, either.”

  I frowned as I thought about what else I was going to tell this guy. So far, I thought he knew more about me than I wanted him to know, or did he? Shit… now I didn’t even know what I wanted. When I took out the human trash, I was on top of my game. I was in control and didn’t have to self-reflect on a damn thing. The mission was the only thing that mattered. But sitting here, buck naked and dick hard as a pipe, and being sexually interrogated was taking me out of my comfort zone. Maybe that was what Alexi wanted, to break down my walls.

  I took a deep breath, because at this point, I was horny out of my damn mind and not only did I want to be fucked by him, I wanted to see what his face would look like when I slid my cock inside of him and made him cum hard. He was sitting there with the patience of Job, and the contrast between our two dispositions really showed the differences between us. My cock was full of blood and aching to be touched and his was still limp. I saw no indent at all in the crotch of his underwear. He must do yoga to have that much control. I mean, shit… he had a naked man sitting in front of him, and I wasn’t getting any response from him. That kind of shit hurts a guy’s feelings, especially because I knew I looked fucking good.

  “In a minute, I’m going to put my clothes back on because I’m going to assume you don’t want me as much as you say you do,” Alexi warned in that sexy fucking French accent. Speaking of which…

  “Okay, fine… but I have a few questions of my own,” I began. “I came back here because I really enjoyed being with you and what you did to me in bed. I’d never experienced anything like it and I wanted more. Okay?”

  “I’m the only guy you’ve ever really given control to in that way,” Alexi said.

  I sighed and nodded. “Like I told you before, there was one other guy who I let fuck me and I didn’t like it. With you… it was different. I don’t know if it’s because you have more skill, or that you gave a damn… I just know that I loved the way you felt inside me.” This self-reflection shit was a little too much for me at the moment.