Bang Switch Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Code 11-KPD SWAT #3)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Code 11-KPD SWAT Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 74668 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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“That’s a nice shirt,” I said, walking towards him, stopping with my hand pressed lightly to his chest. “It’s soft, too. Do you mind if I borrow it sometime?”

He looked down, spying the entirely way too big pants I was wearing of his, and smiled.

Hooking his finger in the loose waistband, he pulled me all the way against his chest and wrapped his arms around my body.

My face went to the middle of his chest, and I breathed in his unique scent.

Pine Needles and leather.

The leather was from his gun holster, and a smell I’d smelled since I’d first been old enough to hug my daddy.

Dad never went anywhere without a gun strapped to him somewhere, and Downy didn’t either.

Even lazing around the house, he had a gun on him.

His ankle, if I’d guessed correctly.

“How was your trip?” He asked, looking down into my eyes.

I shrugged. “Mom’s fine. She played it off the entire time I was there, and dad did, too. It never made any sense until I saw dad’s bike in the parking lot.”

He smiled, trying to contain his laughter, but he was unsuccessful.

“He wasn’t…mean, was he?” I asked nervously.

He shook his head. “No, he was fine. It was my first time meeting a woman’s parent, though. It proved to be nothing but interesting.”

I shook my head. “When did he get here?”

He looked at his watch and said, “Around seven. I was on my way out for a run.”

He pursed his lips and said, “I went for a walk and breakfast instead.”

I sighed and rubbed my nose on the softest t-shirt I’d ever felt before. “Where is he now?”

He pointed his thumb in the direction of his apartment. “That way.”

I looked at the wall that separated my living room from Downy’s as if I could see through it and asked, “Does he know our rooms are open to each other’s?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

I nodded. “Who’s been drinking my juice?”

He grinned. “Me.”

“Why?” I asked, running my hands up his sides until I met his ribs just under his armpits.

“Because I wanted it,” he said simply.

I could do nothing but shake my head. “You’re a cop, you know. You shouldn’t be snooping around in other people’s belongings.”

He shivered when my thumb swiped over his nipple, pressing me further into the counter behind me.

“You’re father thinks I’m in the bathroom,” he explained.

“So?” I asked, not seeing the problem like he did.

“He’ll get suspicious if I’m gone too long,” he countered, strain evident in his voice.

I could feel the evidence of his “strain” pressed up against me, and the fevered way he ran his hands up my side.

“Fuck my father,” I replied huskily.

I licked his neck, running my tongue from the bottom of his collarbone as far up as I could reach, standing on my tiptoes.

He growled and then lifted me onto the counter. His eyes were filled with need, and his jaw, which was even more scruffy today than it’d been three days prior, was hard and fixed.

“Quick. We need to be quick,” he rushed out. “Lift your hips up.”

Balancing my hands on either side of my hips, I pushed myself up enough for Downy to be able to work the pants down and off my legs.

My panties went with them in his haste to get them off, which worked for both of us.

My eyes went to the door, then back down to Downy as he started to unbuckle his belt.

I went forward, licking his lips.

He growled, and his eyes, those green eyes that were starting to mean everything to me, latched onto mine.

“The door. I need to lock the door,” I said desperately.

He ripped himself from my front, stalking to the door while he started yanking at the buttons of his jeans.

When they were all the way undone, the back of them slipped, giving me an unhindered view of the crack of his taut ass.

And what an ass it was.

My hands clenched, and I had to physically stop myself from jumping off the counter to go to him. When he turned around, though, my ass slipped off the counter on its own accord.

His cock was now hanging out of his pants: angry, red, and hungry.

I licked my lips, taking a step towards him, but his command stalled my forward movement.

“Stay,” he ordered.

I stayed, looking at him, waiting for what he was going to ask me to do next.

A shiver chased down my spine as he looked at me with those commanding eyes, those eyes that could tell me to do anything when it came to my pleasure, and I’d jump through hoops to do it.

“Turn around, put your hips up to the counter and lean over it,” he said roughly.

When I didn’t move quick enough he took me by the hips and did it for me, pushing me roughly into the counter.

My bare legs met the cold of the counter, causing me to squeak in surprise.

He laughed. The fucker laughed.

Reaching down, he gathered my shirt by the hem and yanked it roughly over my head.

My arms went up in reaction, causing me to gasp at the sudden movement.

I felt his nimble fingers at the back of my bra as he unhooked it and let it fall over my shoulders.

Instead of removing it all the way, though, he just pushed me forward until my bare breasts pressed against the laminate counter, and then bent down.

I gasped as he bit the cheek of my ass.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.

I moved my legs as far as the pants still around my ankles would allow, and he started to feast.

He buried his face between my legs, zeroing straight in on my weeping entrance.

I groaned and dropped my head to the counter as he worked his stiffened tongue into my pussy in short stabs.

I clenched down on him as best as I could and he growled against the lips of my sex.

His hands traveled up the back of my thighs until he met the apex of my legs. Then he hooked his thumbs on the outside of my lips and pulled them apart, spreading me open wider so his mouth could gain access to my clit.


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