Never let go CHENFORD FF English version

Chapter 15 Observation

The next day, both of them were dog-tired, and Lucy poured them both a large cup of coffee just to wake up before they headed to the station.

As they entered the station, they ran into Angela.

"So, how was the cleanup night?" she asked with a grin.

Lucy blushed and looked aside for a moment.

"It was quite productive," Tim answered for her, earning a questioning look from Angela. However, he used the opportunity while Angela was pondering his meaning to hurriedly move on with Lucy before Angela could ask any truly embarrassing questions. He knew her well enough to anticipate how curious she could become.

However, they soon ran into Nolan, who also inquired about the evening.

"Hey you two, you only seem to appear in pairs now," he joked, causing Tim and Lucy to exchange a caught-out look.

"We're a team, so it happens," Lucy replied with a smile, tilting her head to the side.

"Oh, did you hurt yourself?" Nolan asked concernedly, pointing to the side of her neck. Tim also looked and discovered a bruise he must have left yesterday.

"No, not that I know of, but I bruise easily, so it can happen," she explained, blushing and looking at Tim for help, who seemed equally unsure of what to say. He hadn't noticed the mark earlier when her hair was down, but now with her ponytail, the edge of the mark was visible when she turned her head a certain way.

"Nolan!" Harper called out, and he immediately turned and hurried away.

"Phew, that was close. You wouldn't think we were undercover with how stupid we're acting," Lucy remarked as they headed to pick up their gear.

"It's probably the feelings making us blind," Tim whispered, ensuring no one could hear. "I guess if this keeps up, I'll have to go to Grey and tell him before he finds out on his own and we both look foolish."

"Yes, but wait a bit longer, maybe an opportunity will come up where you're no longer my direct superior," she suggested, considering asking Harper about a position.

"Okay, but we need to be more careful," he cautioned.

"Yes, we will, though right now I'd love to feel you inside me again," she whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

"You drive me crazy, Lucy, I swear you're in for it later," he responded, biting his teeth slightly, looking at her eagerly.

"Hey Tim," Angela called out after them, causing Tim to groan. What did she want now? "I've got a job for you two, you need to stake out a house for me today. It's boring, sorry, but I don't trust anyone else with it. It should stay quiet, but a big fish from the drug underworld might show up and I need someone experienced on site. Still, call for backup if anyone shows up," she explained the job, apparently noticing the mark on Lucy's neck as well. "I didn't know Tim could be so bitey," she smirked and turned away, throwing Tim a meaningful look.

They had parked their car on the street near the house they were to stake out, reclining the seats and waiting.

"You know what, Tim?" Lucy asked after a while. He just looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Let's pass the time with a game of questions," she suggested with a smile, while he already looked skeptical. "We take turns asking each other spicy or interesting questions, so at least we're not just sitting here bored," she proposed, and Tim nodded.

"Okay, I'll start. When did you first imagine me naked?" he wanted to know.

"I guess in our first week. I mean, you're extremely hot, and the strict tone was exciting," she answered honestly. "Have you ever done it at the station, or at work, or in the car?" she asked.

"Uh, no. This is work, not a bedroom," he replied briefly.

"Phew, I thought you'd be the risky type, a quickie after work in the locker room, the risk of possibly getting caught. Just the thought turns me on," she admitted. He looked at her, and she sensed he was now elaborating that thought in his mind.

"Okay, my turn. What do you think, if I tell you what I'd like to do with you right now, how long would you hold out without exploding?" he challenged her, and she took a deep breath.

"I'd hold out, as you said, work is work," she tried to appear neutral, hoping he wouldn't start describing it. But what had she expected? He knew her too well, and a grin spread across his face.

"So Lucy, imagine we get back to the station later. Your panties are already wet because my presence turns you on so much. We walk in, it's late, not much is going on, the night shift is already out, and the day shift is at home. We drop off our stuff and head to the locker rooms. We go into one because I can't wait to rip your clothes off and see you naked in front of me. We go to the second row, where my locker is. I pull you to me and push my tongue demandingly against your lips. Our tongues play together while I press you closer so you can feel how much I've wanted you all day. Then I push you against the locker, open your pants, and pull them down. You're eager and work on my pants, grabbing my crotch and feeling my desire pulsing in your hand. I push your wet panties aside, lift you up, and press you against the locker again. Your legs wrap around my hips, and I penetrate you deeply. I give it to you like you want it, and with each thrust, I hear your moans and desire until it reaches its peak with your orgasm," he elaborated his thoughts, enjoying how Lucy gripped the door and seemed about to explode, "And wet panties?" he further provoked her with a grin.

She looked over at him, breathing heavily, and would have loved to pounce on him right there in the car. "If we didn't possibly have to go out at any moment, I'd tear your clothes off right now and ride you until you forget everything," she admitted.

"I like that. I'd love to book a riding session with you later if you have an opening," he grinned, grabbing his crotch, unable to deny that the thought also turned him on. Of course, Lucy noticed and had to grin.

"Let's hope our boss takes a bit longer, otherwise it might get uncomfortable for you with that package in your pants," she chuckled, while he looked away, apparently trying to calm his thoughts.