Sheriff Alex Romero was a man who needed control over every aspect of his life. But there were times when he allowed others to take over. Late on Thursday night, he was just finishing the last of his drink when there was a knock on the door. He frowned slightly – it was nearly midnight. He stood up, set the empty class down next to the bottle of bourbon on the bedside table, and strode around the bed to answer the door. Before opening it, he reached for his gun, kept under his pillow when he slept. Just in case. It was Norma, wearing a trench coat and heels. What did she need at this hour? He put down the gun down next to the lamp without taking his eyes off her, then he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. She simply smiled at him and stepped into the room, pushing the door closed behind her.
With his eyes glued to her, she slowly unbuttoned the coat and then opened it suddenly to reveal what she wore underneath. Only skimpy, lacy black underwear and a matching bra. Alex inhaled sharply, his eyes running over her body. The coat dropped to the floor. She stepped closer to him, and began to unbutton his shirt. He watched her, his skin tingling with each touch. She looked up at him as she freed the last button, pushed the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it to the floor. His black undershirt followed a moment later. Then she finally pulled him in for a kiss. One of her hands gripped his back, while the other curled around his neck and toyed with his hair. She kissed him with need, and he kissed back just as hard. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her even closer before pressing her against the wall. Norma hooked a leg around his, and he slid his hand down her thigh, holding her leg up around his waist.
After a few minutes they were breathless. Norma ended the kiss, putting her leg back down, and he kissed her neck instead as she thumbed the waistline of his jeans until they reached his belt buckle. She unbuckled it, pulled it out of the belt loops and threw it aside. Now she unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zip and reached inside. Romero placed a hand on the wall and his other stroked her back while she massaged him. After only seconds he lifted his chin, eyes closed as he savoured the pleasure. Norma's lips found his shoulders, and she kissed him all the way up to his jawline until she reached his lips. Then she kissed him passionately, her tongue slipping in to meet his as she continued to use her hands. After a few more minutes, Romero had to stop her.
He took a step back towards the bed, his eyes beckoning her. Norma stepped towards him, raised both hands to his chest and pushed him back onto the bed. He lifted his hips to help her remove the rest of his clothing, and then she straddled him, still wearing her bra and lacy underwear. Romero decided it was time to do something about that. He sat up and they kissed passionately again as he removed her bra, then stood up. Norma's legs wrapped around him and he put her back down on the bed, underneath him now. It was time for him to take control…