"Styles, meet FBI Agent Caroline Forbes. She will be on your case and with you every day until she gathers more evidence and can turn you in, or you confess," the Sheriff informs me as I glance from him back to her, and she gives me a polite smile...
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I walk into the police station, immediately making my way to Mr. McCarthy's office for our weekly visit, when Mike, looking as hot as usual, gently takes a hold of my bicep, and pulls me aside.
He brings me close to his chest, looking down with his beautiful brown eyes and smile.
"What are you doing, Michael?" I ask in a playful tone, my own smile growing.
Silent, he gestures with a quick tilt of his head in the direction of McCarthy's office, a wild look flashing in his eyes.
Mike then takes my hand and swiftly tugs me into the office, the chair where the sheriff usually sits empty. I look around, only to jump at the sound of the door shutting behind us somehow.
"What the..." I turn around to the door, about to go and open it to inspect, when another loud noise behind me frightens me.
I look back to see Mike has shoved all of the items off the desk and to the floor, clearing it.
"Mike?" I chuckle, a little freaked out. I step towards him just as he reaches out, and once again pulls me to him as he leans back on the ledge of the crisp, wooden desk.
The man I've dreamed about being so close to for years places a finger on my lips, wanting me to be quiet before dipping his head down and beginning to kiss my neck, sweetly combing my hair back to gain more access. I feel the adrenaline in my body spike. Goosebumps rise on my skin from the pressure of his lips on my neck, and I begin to unbutton his officer uniform shirt.
My eyes flutter as I struggle with the buttons, Mike's grabby hands sinking lower on my body, resting above my waist. When the shirt is removed, I reach to touch his chest only to find a familiar butterfly tattooed on his stomach, my hands pausing. I drag my eyes up and discover two swallows on his upper chest, freezing while the man in front of me continues to try and please me.
"W-Wait, Mike, when did you..." I press my hands to his body to stop him. I glance back up to his face, only to discover Harry instead, smirking in all his dimpled glory. His face is flushed, his lips already pink, and his eyes desirably wait for me to let him continue.
"Harry—"
The man cuts me off, pressing those swollen lips against me before I have the chance to resist. He runs his hands down and tries to lift up my thigh, rubbing himself against me to trigger a moan, though I suddenly snap out of it.
"Wait! Harry, what the hell are you doing here?" I push at his chest, angry, but yet, my voice comes out in a relieved tone.
