A gym — a monstrous entity echoing with sharp clicks and whistles, air stagnant and cloying. Vance stands bare-chested, sweat clinging like a second oily layer. Reyes feels her breath hitch. He pins her with his eyes, slicing through the humid haze. Then she's astride him, her heat a steaming, slick inferno grinding his hardness through his shorts.

Vance, Reyes, Cole, Marcus, and Dean through gyms, patrol cars, intake desks, cell blocks. Her orgasm rips through her in shatters — her heat convulsing and gushing over him as she arches back, nails digging into his chest. In a patrol car, his hardness is half-hard just thinking about the night. Cole has Reyes pinned against a desk, blouse torn open, tits bouncing free. In a foggy street, Vance clamps her wrist mid-air and barriers melt like spilled oil. Dean checks Cell 14 but his brain is caught on the woman behind bars. A hot thick flood fills her to the bursting point. The badge is the come-on.

The Night Watch Watches Back

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