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  He lowers into the water and pulls me into his lap, and when his bulging cock head slips against my pussy, my breath catches.

  “You want this?” I whimper, easing my slippery lips up and down his underside. His flared, pulsing head bumps over my clit, making me cry out as I tease him.

  “I own this,” he growls, reaching between us and using his fingers to spread my lips wide. He nudges his cock head against my tight opening, pushing just the tip and then back out again. He does it again, making me whimper in need as I rock my hips towards his in a vain attempt to sink down onto his beautiful dick.

  His fingers spread my lips like petals over his throbbing cock head, and when he finally starts to lower me and slide his big dick into me, I scream in pleasure. Gray groans into my skin, his mouth on my neck as I slowly take every single inch of his cock deep in my pussy. He groans when he’s buried to the hilt, and when I feel his big cock pulse inside of me, I whimper as I start to move my hips. I raise up and then sink back down on him, gasping in pleasure as he fills me up so well.

  “Mine,” Gray growls, reaching between us and stroking my lips as they stretch around his thick girth. “This pussy was made for my cock, and my cock only.”

  I gasp, whimpering in pleasure and riding him faster as his fingers start to toy with my clit.

  “You were made for me, pretty girl,” he groans, rolling my clit under his fingers and driving his cock deep inside of me.

  “You want this pussy, daddy?” I gasp, bucking my hips faster and riding him fast and hard. I reach back, reaching under us and teasing his heavy, cum-filled balls with my fingertips, making him growl deeply as he drives his cock deep inside.

  “I want your sweet little cunt to swallow every inch of my cock,” he purrs. “I want this tight, perfect little pussy to milk the cum from my balls until I fill you up with every single drop of it. I want it leaking out of you. I want your pussy messy with my cum.”

  I cry out, my body starting to tumble as I stroke his balls, hold onto his neck, and bounce up and down on every single fat inch of his cock. His mouth finds a nipple, his teeth nipping at my piercing and making my body tingle and ache as he fills me again and again. His fingers rub my clit faster and faster, pressing it into his shaft as it drives in and out, until my whole body starts to shatter at the seams.

  “Milk that cum out of me, baby girl,” he growls, his muscles bulging and rippling as he fucks me so good. “Ride that big dick. Bounce that tight little cunt up and down my cock until you come all over my balls. Make that pussy come, pretty girl. Make that sweet little pussy come all over me as I fill it with every drop of my hot cum.”

  His teeth graze my earlobe, and he bites down.

  “Come for me, pretty girl.”

  It’s like a bomb going off. I scream, dropping down on his cock and taking him so deep as the orgasm shatters through me. My hips buck and roll, bouncing on him again and again as my climax explodes through my body. Gray’s hands grab me tight and he kisses me fiercely, and when his tongue tangles with mine, I feel him throb deep inside of me. His cum is hot and thick, and I whimper into his kiss as I feel pump after pump after pump of it explode deep against my womb. I cry out, clinging to him so tight as his big cock pulses and jumps inside of me, until the both of us come to a panting, quivering stop.

  “I think we made a mess of your bathroom,” I whisper, grinning as I glance around at the water that’s sloshed out of the tub.

  “Forget the bathroom,” Gray whispers, grinning right back at me hungrily. “I’m not even remotely done making a mess out of you.”

  I gasp as he effortlessly stands, his powerful arms lifting me up with his cock still buried inside and rock hard. He steps from the tub, both of us still dripping, and I whimper as my legs tighten around his waist.

  “You going to make me messy, daddy?” I whimper in his ear, gasping as his cock flexes inside of me. We move into the bedroom, and he lays me down, his thick cock still buried inside. He pulls his cock out slowly, and I whimper as I feel his thick, sticky cum start to leak out of my pussy. But Gray eases back in, using the throbbing head of his cock to smear it over me, until my pink pussy is glistening and shiny with his seed.

  “Play with that sexy little pussy, baby,” he growls. He eases his cock lower, making me gasp quietly as he presses it against the tight ring of my ass.

  “Play with that sweet little cunt for me, pretty girl. I’m going to a mess on every part of you before we’re done tonight.”

  He leans down, and when his lips press to mine, I know I’m lost. Lost and then found, by him. I reach between us, my fingers sliding through my sticky pussy lips as his cock eases against my ass, when suddenly, he stops.

  I open my eyes to find his piercing right into mine, a look I’ve never seen on his face — something tender and fierce.

  “I love you,” he says softly.

  “I—”

  I’m about to say it back before I realize it’s nothing I’ve ever said to anyone before. Not like this. Nothing has ever been like this, and suddenly, I want to scream it as loud as I can.

  I settle for a normal voice instead.

  “I love you too,” I whisper back, and when his lips crush to mine, I lose myself in him.

  “Now please fuck me like I’m yours.”

  “Like?” He pulls away, grinning heatedly as he eases his cock against my ass, making me whimper.

  “Pretty girl, you are mine.”

  Chapter 18

  Gray

  We’re quiet the next morning. For one, because we’re both half-exhausted, and completely drained from the all-night lovemaking last night. But for two, because I think we’re both quietly waiting for the shit to hit the fan. After all, I killed Joey — a made man in the Moretti crime family.

  …That’s not just going to go away.

  But then, I’ve got her, and to be perfectly honest, that’s all that matters.

  I’ve been over contingencies in my head all morning, my brain firing a million miles an hour while I held this angel in my arms. I’ve already decided that I can walk away from all of this. I can liquidate what I need, I can throw our stuff in a bag, and we can be halfway around the world in a matter of hours.

  But I’m not jumping right to that. After all, Roman does have a point that no one’s going to immediately be looking at me for Joey disappearing. So for now, it’s a waiting game, to see if I can smell the winds changing before they do.

  I’ve got her. I’ve got my Zoe, and the rest I can figure out later. The mob? The law? Fuck it. Fuck it all.

  Zoe pads back into the bedroom — totally naked and totally making my cock throb under the sheets as she saunters over with two mugs of coffee. She passes me one and then snuggles against me as she sips hers.

  My cell rings, and my pulse skips a beat.

  Here we go.

  I reach for it, taking a breath before I hold it up to my eyes.

  It’s Dylan. Not Gino, not one of his guys telling to get my ass down to the offices so they can give me a pair of cement shoes and bury me in the reservoir. No, it’s just Dylan.

  …Dylan who, as I think about it, should be in the middle of his damn porn shoot right now.

  “Gray, listen. I need—”

  “Are you done with the shoot already?”

  He pauses. “What? No, man, listen. That was….wait, have you seriously not heard?”

  My brow furrows. “Heard what? I’ve been laying low today. Have you talked to Roman?”

  “Not since a few days ago, no. Gray, shut up and listen for one second.”

  My body tenses as I pull Zoe close to me.

  “There was no shoot, Gray. Never happened.” He whistles. “Listen, man, some shit just went down. I mean some real shit just went down. You should probably call Gino fucking now.

  “What’s going on, Dylan?” I growl, every nerve in my body suddenly on edge.

  “Everything,” he hisses. “The shit hit the fan hard, man.”

  �
�What do you mean?”

  “A coup, or at least an attempted one.”

  Holy shit.

  I sit bolt upright in bed, feeling Zoe’s hand tighten in mine.

  “What?”

  “Yeah, Nico tried to take Gino out, and it blew up in his face.”

  “Holy shit.”

  “Yeah,” Dylan laughs bitterly. “That asshole is done. A bunch of his guys got knocked out when the bullets started flying, too. Shit, apparently even Joey Luco skipped town.”

  My jaw drops as Dylan keeps going.

  “I mean, probably a smart move since he was Nico’s best buddy. Gino wants his balls on a platter now.”

  I decide I’ll tell Dylan about Joey later.

  “So, look, if you’re staying low right now, maybe just take the day off. The whole family is in an uproar, and this shit is spilling over into everything. I mean, call Gino and make sure he knows you’re on the right side of all this, but yeah, maybe just stay low.”

  I nod, my head spinning as I turn and kiss the top of Zoe’s head.

  “Oh, but I have a favor to ask.”

  “Anything, man,” I growl back. “If you need money, wheels, a place to crash—”

  Dylan laughs. “Nah, none of that. I do need a letter of recommendation, though.”

  My brow cocks. “For?”

  “Law school.”

  I grin widely. “Atta boy.”

  Dylan laughs. “I mean, shit man, I want my Audi and a two million dollar condo, too.”

  I chuckle. “I don’t want to tell you the shit you’ve got do for that.”

  “Deal with the fucking Morettis? Yeah, I’ve got previous experience,” he says grimly. “Look, we’ll touch base soon, but I wanted to let you know.”

  “Thanks, man.” I whistle again. “Law school, huh?”

  “Still want to get into private practice and leave this mob movie bullshit behind?”

  “Absolutely,” I growl.

  “Then I better get studying. Be well, Gray.”

  I set the phone down, my whole body humming with it all as I slowly turn to Zoe.

  “Okay, what was all that?”

  “It’s over,” I say quietly.

  “What?”

  “Nico Moretti tried to off his uncle and take over the family, but it backfired and shit hit the fan.”

  Her eyes go wide.

  “So now Gino’s cleaning house, and the general impression with the Morettis is that our dear friend Joey Luco skipped town, seeing as he and Nico are close.”

  Zoe whistles slowly.

  “Wait, so we’re going to be okay?”

  I swallow, slowly nodding. “I think we might be.”

  And suddenly, I’m thinking of my thoughts from earlier, about packing it all up, taking her hand in mine, and just leaving. It’d be so easy to do, too. I pull her close, kissing the top of her head and letting the thought mull over in my head .

  No.

  I know we could run. And I know I could do it in a heartbeat. I know she could do it too, but then, Zoe’s been running her whole life.

  She doesn’t deserve this. Yes, there’s the sunny idea of just living large on a beach somewhere, but eventually, we’d have to keep moving. Eventually, money would get tight, or we’d be recognized, or hell, we’d just get fucking tired of living a lie and always being on the run. And the more I think about it, the more I realize the idea sounds a lot better than the reality ever would be.

  Zoe doesn’t deserve to have to run from bad shit anymore. She deserves stability, and peace, and a solid foundation under her feet.

  She deserves a home.

  “Stay here,” I say quietly.

  She frowns, turning in my arms. “You going somewhere?”

  I chuckle, shaking my head as my hands skim her body. “No, I just mean stay here. With me. Stay here forever.”

  She bites her lip. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

  “I’m telling you that you deserve a place to call home, beautiful,” I say softly. “You deserve to stop running from the shadows that nip at your heels, and you deserve to just be, and be loved.”

  “By you?” she whispers.

  “By me. Zoe, I love you, and if you want to go on the run from all this, yeah, I’m right there with you. But, if we stay, and let this blow over, we can build a life here. A real life, together.”

  I kiss her softly, tasting those sweet lips as I cup her face in my hands.

  “So that’s a yes that you’re asking me to move in with you?” She giggles quietly, teasing me.

  My heart thunders, and time slows, and right there, I know exactly what I’m going to say.

  “I’m asking you to marry me, actually.”

  Zoe’s jaw drops, and her eyes go wide.

  “What?” she whispers. “Wait, are you fucking serious?”

  I grin. “Yeah, I’m pretty fucking serious.”

  She shakes her head slowly, biting her lip. “You don’t mean that.”

  “Damn right, I mean it,” I growl.

  “Gray, I’m…” She looks down, her fingers twisting over her arms, tracing lines of ink and lingering on a scar or two.

  “Gray, I’m—”

  “Perfect,” I murmur, pulling her close. “You’re fucking perfect, pretty girl.”

  Her eyes drag up to mine, and slowly, I watch the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen creep across her face as her gaze locks into mine.

  “Yes,” she says quietly, before suddenly she squeals and jumps into my arms.

  “Yes!” she screams, her arms and legs wrapped so tightly around me as she latches onto me. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  We tumble back into the bed, and when her lips find mine, I kiss them like I never want to stop kissing them.

  In fact, I plan not to. Ever.

  My pretty little bad girl, my dirty little secret, who’s about to not be so much of a secret any more.

  Pretty. Dirty. Perfect.

  And all mine.

  The End.

  Flirting With The Law

  Author’s Note:

  Warning: Flirting With The Law is a quick MFM romance involving two completely obsessed alpha men in (and out!) of uniform, a sassy heroine, handcuffs, insta-love, and a frankly obscene amount of steam. It does involve mild D/s themes and scenes involving restraint that may be triggering to some readers, though engine-revving for others. Like all my books though, the HEA is guaranteed (and in this case, extra sugary-sweet), so I promise it’ll be worth it at the end!

  Please know that this book is a MFM romance, which is to say, it's all about her - no MM action.

  Happy Valentine’s Day, from me to you. Because who needs roses and chocolate when you’ve got handcuffs and two rugged, dominant cops? :P

  -Madison

  Copyright © 2017 Madison Faye

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  Editing: Sennah Tate

  Cover: White Rabbit Creative

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.

  This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.

  All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.

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  Chapter 1

  Samantha

  I groaned as my eyes opened in the darkness.

  Making a face and feeling the shroud of sleep lifting from me, I glanced at the clock and cursed under my breath. It was way too early to be up, but I’d been having the hardest time sleeping in these days.

  I swung my long legs out of the bed and stretched in the early-morning darkness. Behind me, Tim snorted groggily and turned heavily in his sleep, a rattling snore tumbling from his mouth. I wrinkled my nose as the smell of alcohol drifted over to me from his sleeping, grumbling form. I let out a deep sigh.

  I didn't remember him coming home last night, but apparently, he'd had another late one — a “networking event” he called it. “Getting drunk with his pals,” was probably a more apt title for my fiancé’s recent nighttime excursions, I thought with a frown.

  The layoff had been tough for him, I knew that. And at first, I’d been as sympathetic as I could be. I played the dutiful fiancée and the supportive partner when the law firm had let him go not long after his promotion. But as weeks, then months, went by without so much as a peep about even looking for another job, it seemed more and more that Tim was liking his new-found freedom from the work-week grind.

  Really, it wasn't that he was unemployed that bugged me, it was the bullshit from him that came along with that.