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  Is he thick and long?

  Skinny and long?

  Thick and shorter?

  Fuck, I need to know.

  I’m not a sex addict, the truth of the matter is I haven’t been with anyone in months. I was casually dating someone back in California but of course that ended as soon as my father demanded I come back here.

  I should have told him to go fuck himself, now I’m here where I know nobody, where I’m lonely, and apparently sexually starved enough to let some stranger in a club finger me against the wall.

  Now I’m daydreaming about what his cock looks like, wishing I could have brought him home with me. Removing my fingers from my panties, I flip the light off and take myself to bed.

  Maybe tomorrow I won’t be as frustrated with the events of my life.

  Crawling beneath the sheets, I close my eyes, and try to breathe.

  GRANT

  Chief Griffin was smart when he rented this place for Elise. Her apartment is on the top floor, keeping her tucked in nice and safe above the rest of the town. However, he didn’t take into account the fire escape.

  Jumping up, I tug the small metal stairs down. I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s fucking illegal as shit, not to mention really goddamn wrong. But somehow it feels really fucking right.

  Climbing the fire escape, hours after leaving Elise in the club, I break into her bedroom window.

  Elise is curled into a ball, resting with her back to the window. Stripping out of my clothes, I ignore the little voice in the back of my head that’s telling me this is wrong. That’s shouting at me to go home.

  My cock is screaming that this is right, and since I’m acting like a fucking teenager, I’m listening to him, instead of my head.

  I could get fired for this.

  I could get fucking arrested.

  Ignoring the thoughts swirling, I completely undress. Once I’m naked, I gently tug back the sheets and slip into bed behind her. I groan when I see that she’s only wearing a tank top and a thong.

  Reaching for her, I run my fingertips along the silky skin of her arm, tugging the strap of her tank down before I press my lips against her shoulder.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  ELISE

  My eyes pop open and my heart races inside my chest as I feel something pressing against my back. Lips touch my neck as fingers tug down my tank top. I pinch my eyes closed, sure that I’m going to be raped and killed when a husky deep voice fills the quiet room.

  “It’s me, little doll,” he rasps.

  My entire body relaxes though it probably shouldn’t. His fingers dance over to my bare breasts and he takes one in his hand, his forearm pressing against the other.

  “Shit,” I hiss as he squeezes me. I’m still on edge, still needy from the way he left me in the club. “What’s your name?” I breathe.

  He growls, his cock pressing against my ass. I can’t tell the size, but I can feel how hard he is as I push back against him.

  “Grant,” he groans.

  Shit. That’s a good name, a really good name. Lifting my arm, I wrap it around the back of his neck and arch my back, pressing my tits into his grip.

  He squeezes a little harder, which should probably make me wince in pain, but it doesn’t. His touch feels amazing.

  “Grant,” I breathe.

  His name feels good rolling off of my tongue, and when his hand dives into my panties, that feels good too.

  Grant’s finger teases my center, gathering the wetness there, before he swirls it around my clit. I shift my hips, silently begging for more from him. “This is so wrong,” I gasp, as I widen my legs.

  I’m spreading my legs, giving myself to a complete stranger. A man who broke into my apartment just moments ago.

  I know in my mind this is so incredibly wrong. As his hands touch me, his fingers fill me, and his lips caress my skin, everything feels absolutely right.

  My hips jerk against his touch, and I feel his breath on my neck as he chuckles. “More,” I beg.

  Without warning, he wraps his hand around the back of my knee, spreading my legs even more, exposing every damn inch of me, before I feel his thick cock slide inside of me from behind.

  I gasp at the sheer size of him. My eyes close as I take calming breaths, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size.

  “Fuck,” he hisses in my ear.

  He slowly shifts his hips, pulling almost out of me and then sliding back inside. I moan, enjoying the bite of pain from his dick. His hand grips my breast even tighter than it was before and I arch back, pushing against him, my ass pressing into his stomach.

  Grant hums, hooking my legs around the top of his as his hand slides up my thigh and over to my hip. His fingers dance across my skin, to my clit and he begins to rub firm circles. His hips never stop moving his rhythm slow, stretching and filling me with each thrust.

  “So tight little doll,” he rasps against my neck. His mouth sucks on my skin as his fingers continue to play my clit.

  I laugh, turning my head slightly. “You’re just so big,” I groan.

  GRANT

  I almost laugh when she claims my cock is so big. I don’t, instead, I slam into her, enjoying the way her pussy feels around me, giving her that dick she claims is so big. I know I’m not small, I’ve had compliments more than once, but the way she says it, it’s not a compliment it's an observation.

  My chest swells that I’m the biggest she’s had, and I hope she likes this dick because it’s the last one she’s going to see.

  This little doll just became mine.

  “I’m close,” she cries as her hips jerk, her sweet ass pushing back against me as she tries to fuck me.

  I squeeze her tit even tighter, knowing there will be bruises there in the morning, and not giving a single fuck about it. I plan on keeping these beautiful tits littered with my marks.

  I work her clit faster, enjoying the way her cunt flutters and clenches around me. I can feel her wetness dripping down my balls, she’s making a goddamn beautiful mess and I fucking love it.

  “Come all over me, Elise. Come all over me my little doll,” I rasp against her ear.

  My words are her undoing. She rears back against me one last time and her pussy clamps down around me as she screams with her climax.

  Moving my hand from her clit, to her belly, I press against her as I fuck her. It doesn’t take me long to find my release, she’s too tight, too warm, too wet—too fucking perfect.

  Emptying myself inside of her, I let out my own roar. I’m in awe, never having felt this way before, as I attempt to catch my breath.

  My hips continue to move in and out of her, the sensation of our mixed releases causing me to moan. Being bare inside of her, filling her with my release, my silent claiming of her, it feels out of this goddamn world.

  “Grant,” she whispers breathlessly into the quiet room.

  Pulling her body against mine, I shush her as I gently caress her breasts with the tips of my fingers. “Sleep, little doll,” I rasp against her neck.

  My fingers don’t stop touching her, feeling her full soft breasts beneath them. When her breathing evens out, I stay behind her for another thirty minutes ensuring she’s asleep, before I carefully slip out from behind her.

  I continue to watch her as I dress in my clothes. She doesn’t move, not a single inch. Once I’m dressed, I tug her comforter over her naked body, pressing my lips against her shoulder and then I sneak back out of her room, the way I came in.

  Climbing down the fire escape, I jog toward my car and slip into the driver’s seat. Starting the engine, I look back up to her bedroom window. It’s still dark in her room, but I don’t want to leave.

  Fuck.

  It’s so fucking illegal, and not only is it that, it’s immoral as well. She’s sixteen years younger than me, and my bosses, daughter. My job was to keep her safe, not fuck her bareback after breaking and entering.

  Goddamn.

  I need to stay away. The problem is the furthe
r I drive from her place, the more I want nothing more than to turn back around and take her again.

  I’m so fucked.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  ELISE

  The sun feels warm against my face, as I stretch, moaning when I feel the soreness between my legs, and on my breasts. Rolling onto my back, I let out a sigh, and look beside me. The bed is empty. Not that I expected him to be there, but I can’t deny that I’m a bit disappointed that he’s gone.

  Reaching out, I run the back of my hand over the sheet and frown that it’s cold, really cold. Which means he left a long time ago, probably right around the time my eyes closed.

  I shouldn’t be irritated. I don’t know him, and last night was probably a one-time thing. I’m nothing special to him, just some slut he met at a club who spread her legs when he broke into her apartment. I place my palm over my eyes and groan.

  I’m so fucking stupid.

  I’m such a slut.

  I blame my father, and my rebellion for last night.

  Sitting up, I run my fingers through my tangled hair and cringe when they pull and tug at my scalp. Slipping out of bed I decide to take a shower. I need to wash the smell of Grant’s cologne and spicy sweat off of my body.

  When I stand in front of the bathroom mirror I gasp, lifting my fingers over my mouth. My breasts are littered with little fingertip shaped bruises. They’re starting to turn purple and they’ve marked me everywhere.

  “Shit,” I hiss.

  The sight should probably revolt me, but it doesn’t. It turns me on. Pressing my thighs together, I moan. My mind immediately drifts back to the way he felt buried inside of me.

  Grant is easily the biggest man I’ve been with and my pussy is feeling it today, it’s tender and sore, but it’s also something else—it’s aching for more.

  I don’t even know how to contact him. I think that’s probably a good thing, because I have a feeling if I knew, I’d be calling him immediately to come back over.

  Shaking my head, I start my shower and put the water all the way over to hot. Waiting for it to heat up, I think about my plans for the day. I have to meet my father for lunch, and then I have to figure out what I’m going to do with my life.

  With a sigh, I step beneath the scalding hot water, enjoying the way it feels against my sore muscles. I wash my hair and finishes showering before I begin getting ready for the day.

  I only have two hours before I have to meet with my father, and it takes me about that long to get dressed. I love spending time on my hair and makeup, ensuring that I’m put together as flawlessly as possible.

  Some would call me high maintenance, and maybe I am, except I don’t really care what other people think about it. I love clothes, hair, makeup and all things pretty and fashionable.

  Once my face and hair are put together, I wrap my towel around my naked body and go in search of something to wear. Today I’m meeting my father at the precinct. I’ve never been to the police station before so I want to look perfect.

  I grab my beige body suit and quickly pull it up my body. I laugh when I think about my aunt, and how she was appalled that these were back in fashion. She refused to even try one on, claiming if she wore it when it first came out, she was too old to do it for the second round.

  Finding a skirt, I slip it on. It’s a black high waisted, pencil skirt that hits me right above my knees. It’s tight with some stretch that molds to my curves perfectly. I take my tan high-heeled pumps out of their box and tug them on before I straighten and look at myself in the mirror.

  Everything I own is tight, skintight, which is probably not what my father wants me to wear to his work, but it’s who I am. If he doesn’t like it, he can send me back to California and the life that I had there.

  Reaching for my hand bag, I shove my phone inside, then take my keys, and hurry out of the apartment. I don’t have a car here yet, but my father, being the caring controlling man that he is, made sure that I was within walking distance to the police station.

  GRANT

  I collapse in my chair, coffee in hand and a scowl on my face. I’m fucking tired, but beyond that, I screwed up. There’s no way to fix what I did. My heart is involved now, not just my cock.

  That little doll is mine.

  I just need to figure out how I can keep her, my job, and my dick intact.

  “You look fucked up,” my partner, Noah Fields mutters as he takes his seat across from me.

  I shrug, turning my gaze toward my computer. I don’t know what to say. I can’t tell him the truth, even if I could, he’s my partner, but he is not my best friend.

  “Whatever,” he grunts. “We got a new case that landed on my desk late last night,” he mumbles.

  Lifting my chin to him, I wait for him to explain the case, since I didn’t get the fucking file on my desk. No, I'm not good enough to see the new case first, but I’m good enough to babysit the chief’s daughter. I know it’s because I’m not a kiss ass like Noah, I refuse to be that person.

  Although, maybe Griffin really shouldn’t trust me, not after I broke into his daughter apartment and fucked her raw. I smirk at the thought, yeah, maybe he shouldn’t trust me.

  “Seems like the ex-wife of Liam Thomas is missing,” he explains.

  “The CEO of Thomas Investments? Why is he worried about his ex-wife?” I ask, frowning.

  He shrugs, sliding the folder across our desks and I look at the report that was filed last night. The rookie who took it, didn’t get much information out of Thomas.

  He said Thomas received a call from his ex, who claimed she’d been kidnapped. He wasn’t sure why she was contacting him, as they’d been divorced for over two years, until a ransom was demanded.

  “You think it’s a setup?” I ask, looking up to Noah.

  His mouth is hanging open slightly, and he’s looking past my shoulder. I watch as he gulps and then his mouth opens again.

  Turning my head slightly I curse when I see what he’s staring at. Elise Griffin is in the station. She’s dressed up like a sinful temptation and when I see her again, I’m spanking her ass for it.

  Reluctantly, I turn my back toward her, and try to make myself as invisible as possible. My cock strains against my suit pants. I want nothing more than to walk over to her and claim her right here in front of everyone.

  The entire room’s volume has completely dropped, and I know every single dick is getting hard just for her.

  Fuck. I have to make her mine and do it fast. Question is, how exactly?

  CHAPTER SIX

  ELISE

  My father walks out of his office and frowns in my direction. This police station is really quiet, and I’m kind of surprised. I always imagined that they were busy, loud, and full of action. I’m a bit disappointed that it’s not more like Law & Order in here.

  “Elise,” my father booms from directly in front of me.

  I stop looking around the room, and tip my head back to look into my father’s eyes. They’re the same light blue color as my own, however his are hardened with the job, and probably hardened with the knowledge that he’s an asshole.

  Giving him a fake smile, I announce loudly, “Hello, daddy.”

  I hear a couple coughs, and one chuckle from somewhere behind me. My father’s eyes glance around and he grunts, again. His hand wraps around my bicep and he tugs me behind him as he swiftly walks out of the building.

  Once we’re outside I yank my arm from his grasp, narrowing my eyes at him.

  “Why are you dressed like that?” he demands.

  Maybe I should be grateful that he didn’t shout at me inside of the building, but on the sidewalk in front of the steps it feels just as bad. “I’m dressed in clothes. Everyday normal, clothes,” I state.

  Okay, maybe they’re not every day or normal for this little town, but I don’t care. To me they are very much that. Unless I’m in a bikini by the pool, this is how I typically dress.

  “You look like a whore,” He grumbles.

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bsp; I should he offended by his words, maybe even hurt, but I’m not. He likes to criticize every little thing I do. If I could have afforded school and to live on my own in California, I would have never come back here. I would have stayed where, clearly, I belong.

  “Oh goodie, father-daughter time has officially begun. You called me a whore,” I sneer.

  He shakes his head, ignoring me and turning, as he begins to walk swiftly down the street. I know where he’s going. There’s a little diner that he loves, and if I had to guess he’s been eating lunch there every day his entire police career.

  I follow behind him, attempting not to act like a sullen child or stomp as though I’m having a temper tantrum, but the struggle is real.

  Once we’re inside, without waiting to be seated, he walks directly over to a table and slides along the bench. I follow suit, sliding across from him. A waitress appears out of nowhere and places sticky menus down in front of us.

  “No more having your employees follow me around,” I announce after the waitress has left.

  He makes a grumbling noise, lifting his gaze to me. “Fine. Always answer my calls. Don’t go out too late alone, agree to have a locater app on your phone, and stop being so fucking defiant.”

  Shaking my head, I lean back in the bench. “I’m twenty. You don’t really get a say in what I do,” I state.

  “Then I’ll have men watching you.”

  Dammit. Touché. “Fine. I won’t leave the apartment past ten in the evening. You can have the app, but you don’t say shit about where I go.”

  His eyes search mine and he nods. “You need a job. I don’t mind paying your bills, but you need to work,” he murmurs.

  I clench my fists, trying not to cut my palms with my nails. “I only want one job. I want to go to cosmetology school,” I grind out.

  He lifts his chin. “There’s one in the next town over. Good one, too. A couple of the boys’ wives went there and work in the salon in town,” he explains.