Line of Duty Series

10-80:  Line of Duty Series
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Excerpt:
What was this guy’s deal? He knew the rules. I didn’t make them.
“What! You need a snitch? Huh? Well, I don’t snitch. Shit, I don’t even know anything to snitch about. You must need something from me, right? I just want to be left alone and mind my business. That is all I’m trying to do, but you go out of your way to interrupt that. What do you want from me? Huh.” I exhaled.
“Your time,” He said as I reared my head back in confusion. “What? We can’t even get dinner or grab lunch. Shit, I’d take coffee.”
I was shaking my head. “Are you crazy?”
“Apparently, I must be.” He shook his head too. “Those are the rules, right? You always do what you’re told?”
“Don’t do that.” I spat. “You think because you color outside the lines of the law, everybody does?” I laughed at the ridiculousness of what he was proposing.
It must have sounded like the cackle of a hysterical woman. As I was in the middle of my own private joke, he had one of his own. Before I could stop him, he bent down and kissed me full on the lips and inserted his warm, sneaky tongue in my mouth.
He completed invaded me, as he pulled me against him, while I, initially, pushed back. Then he tangled his tongue with mine and my fight ceased. My tongue pressed back against his, as he took more of me. The fight left my arms and a new battle ensued. Grabbing the back of his short hair in my small fist, caused him to growl mid-kiss. Sending all sorts of signals throughout my body. It was on fire. He had lit the flame. The cop.
Oh no.
The cop.
My hands dropped from his hair and I pushed him away. He let go but stared at me with unadulterated lust in his eyes. His chest was moving up and down as mine was doing the same.
“W-what are you doing?” I asked out of breath.
“I don’t know,” He replied, just as puzzled as I was.
“Don’t do it again.” I shook my head, trying to jar myself to leave.
Like immediately.
My legs finally moved towards the door.
“Have dinner with me,” He yelled after me.
I shook my head.
“Lunch?”
I kept shaking my head.
“Come on. Coffee?” He pleaded once more.
“No,” I said with as much finality I could muster up.
I reached the door and nearly ran out of the store.
What in the world was wrong with me? Letting a cop kiss me in a grocery store refrigerator.

Longer excerpt in the new short story – Judge Me!

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