Chapter 9: The Officer's Panic

MARCUS

When did I first meet this kid? Yesterday? Two days ago, when he tried to throw his money in my face?

I knew from minute one he was poison. A bad influence on my son. A walking threat to my career. And the way he looked at me... like he was starving and I was the meal.

I needed to get Eugene away from him. I needed to keep 'myself' away from him. The last time I tangled with a wealthy family, it cost me my rank and got me exiled to this city.

Yet here I was. Foolishly locked in his trap.

What the hell did he mean by do 'what I've been wanting to do'? The only thing I wanted to do was throw him in a holding cell and teach him a damn lesson. But his eyes were glued to my mouth.

"Jaxon Whitfield, open that door immediately," I ordered.

He ignored me. He took a slow step closer.

His expensive cologne filled my lungs. The heat radiating off his body was suffocating. My hands curled into tight fists. It took everything in my power not to shove him violently out of my space.

I don't look at men. I never have. I saw enough of that back in the police academy, and the thought of crossing that line—especially with a kid my son's age—turned my stomach.

That was what I thought, right up until his fingers brushed my silver badge.

His warm fingertips slid down the center of my chest, tracing the fabric of my uniform. A violent, hot shiver tore straight down my spine. My cock twitched hard against the confinement of my uniform pants before I could stop it.

My breath hitched. A heavy pulse shot straight south, until the front of my trousers grew tight and obvious.

My body was betraying me. All because of him.

I snatched his wrist, yanking his hand away from my chest.

"Whatever you think you're going to get from me, it’ll be over my dead body," I growled, my voice rough. "I will never lay a hand on you."

I expected him to flinch. To look frightened. Instead, Jaxon stepped up onto his toes. His face hovered inches from mine, his hot breath fanning across my jaw.

"Are you serious?" he whispered.

I froze. His free hand dropped lower, sliding dangerously close to my belt, then lower, brushing directly against the thick, strained outline of my cock.

The contact was light, almost like he was teasing me, but it sent a bolt of pure heat through me so sharp my knees nearly buckled. He felt it. He felt every rigid inch of what he was doing to me.

"You're not very honest, Officer. Good thing your body is..."

His lips grazed my neck. A spark of electricity hit my brain, and raced straight down to my dick, making it jerk against the pressure of his knuckles.

I shoved him hard. He stumbled back on the bed, a wicked grin on his face. My chest heaved as panic flooded my veins. I had never been turned on by a man in my life. Yet here I was, blood boiling, cock hard and aching just because of a boy.

"Jaxon! Are you in there? Is Officer Grant with you? His car is parked right outside!" Millicent's voice echoed through the heavy wood.

I glared at Jaxon. He leaned back on his elbows, legs parted, totally relaxed like he hadn't just had his hand on my dick and his mouth on my throat.

"Where is the key?" I hissed.

He dropped his eyes to his front pocket. I closed the distance, reached into his jeans, and snatched the silver key. I pointed it right at his face.

"Don't ever try this with me again. I will lock you up if you do," I warned.

I unlocked the door and ripped it open. Millicent stood in the hallway, wearing a transparent cream nightgown. She gasped, quickly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I didn't realize you were in there, Officer."

"Your nephew gave me the wrong directions. He’s a menace," I said tightly, glaring back into the room where Jaxon was still smirking.

Millicent waved a manicured hand. "I believe you. He’s been a nightmare since birth. Come to my room. We can discuss my security..."

She grabbed my arm, deliberately pressing her soft chest against my bicep.

"Understood, Miss Millicent."

"Oh, just call me Millicent. I'll call you Marcus," she purred, her voice dropping into a seductive whisper.

I forced a polite chuckle. "If that's what you want."

As I followed her down the hall, the adrenaline faded. I looked down. The heavy, burning heat that Jaxon had sparked... the throb that had left me hard and leaking inside my uniform... it was completely gone.

Then I realised... I felt absolutely nothing with this beautiful woman pressing against my side.

A cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck.

'Meeting that kid didn't rewire my brain... did it?'