Bulldog
It had been a week since that first time with Russ. It hadn’t ended there, either. We’d gotten together every night since then, and there’d been a memorable Sunday afternoon ride where we might have scarred a few birds for life with our antics.
Our hookups far surpassed my expectations and I craved the man the same way I could never resist anything covered in chocolate. Mmm, his body with chocolate syrup would be…
I heard the phone ring in the precinct and snapped my attention back to the present. I really needed to stop thinking about Russ Soames because I was at work, I was getting hard, and he was becoming an obsession, which was so unlike me. It was the s*x. It had to be.
My cell phone vibrated in my pocket, and when I checked it, I saw I had a message from the man himself.
