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Lila's POV Hot water cascaded over my body as the five officers pressed me against the tiled wall. Steam filled the communal shower block and created a thick intimate haze around us. My back met the cool tiles while the spray from multiple heads soaked everyone. Captain Momo stood directly in front of me and her confident presence filled the space. Riley and Brooke held my arms firmly against the wall. Their grips were strong and powerful, pinning me in place, but they careful enough not to bruise. Tara and Lena moved in closer. Their athletic police bodies glistened under the water.

ADRIAN'S POV The space between Ryder and Adrian is charged, heavy with the kind of static that raises the hair on the back of the neck. They stand inches apart, close enough that the heat radiating from their bodies blurs into a single, suffocating source. Ryder’s breath fans against Adrian’s mouth, warm and uneven, smelling faintly of mint and the lingering trace of adrenaline. Adrian’s heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that makes his chest ache. He stares into Ryder’s eyes, searching for a lie, but finds only a chaotic swirl of longing, desperation, and a crushing guilt that doesn’t belong to a crime he committed.

Finally, she speaks. “Percy Blackwell.” The sound of my own name in this room feels strange, unfamiliar. It cuts across the silence and settles into the corners of the cell like something far heavier than it should be, pressing down just enough to make me aware of my own weight in the space. I don’t answer. There’s no reason to. “I’m Officer Isla Soren,” she continues, her voice calm, precise, carrying the authority of someone who has delivered this line countless times. “I’m the correctional officer assigned to your case.”

Cato Marino wasn’t just the most successful banker in the world—but he was the most successful lover. I’d enjoyed screwing a criminal mastermind who murdered someone in his driveway, and the sex was so good I forgot just how much danger I was in. My task was to manipulate him and somehow isolate him from the herd of his security detail, but that operation seemed impossible. Last night, the sex was amazing for me, but it was probably average for him. It didn’t matter how wet or eager I was, his threesomes and wild nights would always triumph over anything I could offer. Maybe this was a bad idea.

The consequence for anybody who crossed me was a bullet between their eyes. And the funny thing was, that I thought I had my life together until I met her. Sarina. That sexy, mysterious woman who just screwed with my mind to the point that I couldn't wait till I would next see her. She was confident, bold, and drop-dead gorgeous… She was everything I liked in a woman. She liked to play… And she liked to play dirty. Sarina made me believe that love existed, even for a criminal like me. But life comes at you fast.

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He deepened the kiss, his hands exploring her body. Roxanne moaned, lost in the passion, as Jaxon lifted her onto the table, scattering plates and glasses. The meal was forgotten, replaced by their burning desire. Jaxon's lips adorned her body with kisses. He paid homage to her twin peaks first, before going lower to her belly button, down to her shaved mound and her inner thighs. "Oh Jax!" Roxanne moaned. ___________ The New York Police Department (NYPD) was bustling with activity, officers bringing in their arrests, and the sound of keyboards clacking filled the air. On the desk, a couple of donuts sat, enjoyed by the detectives.

I asked Paul. All the other officers are wise to stay on the road. This is not a sight for the lighthearted people like officer Miller who followed us earlier. He fainted, and the officers who dragged him back to where the cars were cursed him for his fake bravery. “No,” Paul mumbled, rounding Rivera’s body. Paul might be a cheater, but he’s one of the best detectives in the Seattle Police Department. There wasn’t a case he wasn’t able to crack.

God, I’m an animal, aren’t I? “Okay, well, thanks for your assistance, Officer. You can go now.” He moved so only a fingers-width of space separated them. Her eyes widened in surprise, but satisfaction rose inside him when she didn’t tell him to back away. If anything, her breathing only increased, and he saw her nipples tighten through her shirt. “I don’t want to go. How about I stay out here with you?” He pressed a hand above her head against the wall. “Why would you want to do that?”

It was what I needed. The jacket covered me up and it touched my knees. "Gracious" I muttered as I looked as how spontaneous I looked in an expensive jacket. "Thank you." I said to him as I sniffed the colon on the jacket. It was 'Ocean blue' one of the most famous colon. I could tell because back then when I used to work as a bartender, I would sneaked to my boss's office and used his colon, it was same as his. I raised my head and looked at him, he was staring at his phone. Like he was waiting for something. It definitely would be the interviewer. He was well dressed and looked rich. If someone like him have come for the same job as myself, I doubt I will get a chance.