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Chapter 3

And another round. Every shot a clear head shot.

She was mad. Mad at herself. Mad at him. Mad at everything and everyone.

They still hadn't talked. Instead they acted like some horny teenagers. Fucking all over the place. Or to be more accurate ... all over the station.

Her cheeks flushed and she had to lower the weapon as she recalled the broom closet two days ago. The need, the passion. Her stomach tightened as she remembered him ripping her pants down, just giving her the time to slip out of one boot, letting her pants dangle from the other leg as he had lowered his zipper and had just shoved his jeans over his ass, yanking her leg up and her panties out of the way and with one fluid movement he had driven into her. She didn't remember ever coming that fast.

They needed to stop jumping each other at every opportunity but the moment they were behind closed doors or alone, his mouth was on hers, taking her breath away and she just couldn't resist. The need to have him in her erasing everything else out of her brain. It was as if her brain actually stopped functioning at all.

She reached for the gun again, ready for another round as she heard the door open behind her and turning around, a jolt went through her body as Sam walked in. But she just promised herself she wouldn't have sex with him again at the station. She just wouldn't.

Swirling around, she raised her hand but realized that feeling him standing close behind her was too distracting to try to shoot and she lowered the gun again and took out the magazine before she laid it on the table in front of her. She could feel him stepping closer, his body brushing against hers and she couldn't help her heart from thumping wildly in her chest.

"McNally?" He spoke into her ear with this gruff, raspy voice that always sent shivers down her spine, his arms going around her waist, directly under her vest and his fingers splayed out, brushing dangerously close to her center and a liquid ball of heat shot straight down to her stomach.

"Sam, what are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you." He replied, nibbling his way down her throat and Andy tilted her head to give him better access, telling herself she would enjoy it for a minute and then she would send him away. Her eyes were falling shut as she let herself relax but suddenly she felt his hands opening the button of her pants, his fingers disappearing behind the waistband and she took in a sharp breath, her hand shooting down to his.

"Sam! Stop it!" Andy hissed but instead of yanking his hand out of her pants she tightened her fingers around it, not able to do anything else.

"Let me just check if ..." Sam rasped as he realized that she didn't want him to stop, his fingers sliding under her panties and he let out a satisfied hum as he slipped through her already wet folds. "I knew you would be already wet. You always are for me."

"Sam, we can't do it here." Andy groaned, bucking her hips forward involuntarily.

"I know." Sam spoke hoarsely, shifting so that she was shielded from the entrance in case someone would show up before he reached for the zipper of her pants and lowered it, giving him better access and Andy hissed out an expletive as he pushed one finger into her.

"You know, I would want nothing more than to strip you naked and take you right here and there." His breath brushed over her cheek, his finger sliding in and out of her in a steady pace and Andy had to press her hand hard against the table, her knees buckling under her. "With your legs up on my shoulder so that I can drive into you really deep and you would scream for more, begging me to fuck you harder. And I would fuck you until you plead for mercy but I would just turn you around and bend you over the table, taking you from behind. Because you love it when I'm taking you from behind and I would feel your walls flutter around me, would hear your breathy moans, would feel you getting closer and closer until you explode, milking me hard."

Andy groaned out loud, her head falling back against his shoulder as he added a second finger, pumping harder into her.

"And I would just take you home to fuck you again and again and again. All night until you can't move a muscle anymore, until you lose count of how often I made you come. With my mouth and hands and cock."

Her clit was throbbing, burning for his touch and the breath hitched in her throat as he slipped his fingers out of her, hovering at her entrance for a second before he slid back in, this time with three fingers and his other hand went to her clit, his fingers pressing hard against it, drawing circles while he curled his fingers in her, pushing them into her as deep as he could get, over and over again, driving her nearly insane before her orgasm finally hit her with full force, making her shake in his arms as he kept pushing his fingers into her, bringing her slowly down from her high.

She sagged against him, trying to get her breathing back under control and his fingers slid out of her slowly and he took a step back, steadying her until she didn't feel as if her knees would give out any second. She looked up at him, feeling completely boneless and he grinned down at her, lifting his fingers to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick them clean and she wasn't sure if she wanted to hit him or just rip his pants off and ride him right here at the firing range.

"You will pay for this." Andy said breathlessly, fumbling for the zipper of her pants to close it before someone would walk in on them.

"You are gonna give me a blowjob in public, McNally?" Sam joked, grinning from ear to ear.

Her eyes fell to the obvious bulge in his pants, imaging him going into a restroom to take care of the pressing issue and her mouth tilted up into a mischievous smirk as she raised her eyes to his.

"Maybe." Her eyes glinted with glee and she stepped towards him, her fingers playing over his erection, gripping him hard for a second before she walked towards the door. With her hand around the doorknob she turned around to him, a big smile splitting up her face as she said. "Be prepared, Sam Swarek! It can happen anytime. Anytime!"

Sam stared at the closed door for quite some time before his hands tugged at his pants, trying to make it more comfortable. He needed to think about something else than imagining Andy's head in his lap while her mouth was firmly wrapped around his cock or he would never get out of here. Shaking his head, he let out a low chuckle. He was certain she would make good on her promise and he wondered which place she would choose to make him pay.