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Phillip Kopus: Breath of Fresh Air *

Warning: smut!

You were hired by the police department to do some private investigator work on a Phillip Kopus. To separate yourself from your work every person got a number. He was number 1 for obvious reasons.

Hes like a normal guy. Has dinner with his friend, goes to work, hes normal. You murmur, writing notes down quick. When you look back up, hes at your window. You give a shriek and lock the door.

who are you? He asks calmly through the glass. Not once does he threaten you. Carefully you unlock the door and get out.

Im with the police department. I was hired to investigate you. You stammer, reaching your hand out. Pushing you against your car with his full body he leans down to your ear.

Get out of here. Id hate for something to happen to such a cute lady. He murmurs, stepping away at once and disappearing. You heave a deep breath, finding your skin crawling with lust and your throat clogged with fear.

A week passes and he doesnt notice you yet, but when he does, you are ready. He storms towards you,his eyes full of lust; just dark pools of amber honey and rage.

I told you thered be consequences. He growls, getting in your face.

What kind of consequences? You breathe back, earning a shiver from the beast of a man towering over her.

Consequences. He murmurs, licking your ear love, sucking on the sensitive skin there.

Show me. You whisper, eyes meeting his for a brief moment. He scoops you up and hurries you inside.

You keep taking photos of me. He growls, pulling your clothes off quickly, leaving you in the last black bra and panties set that you bought recently. Tipping his head back, he takes a deep breath and starts kissing at your neck.

Im sorry. Theyre not incriminating. You whisper, letting his rough kisses ravage your body. Grabbing at his shaggy curls, you grip tight as he slides into you.

So pretty. He murmurs, rocking a steady rhythm against you.

Phillip. You whisper, legs tightening around him as you get close.

Babygirl. He whispers, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he reaches his climax. You bite into his shoulder as you both tumble into the abyss of ecstasy.

Tell me, Kopus. What would a girl have to do to get you alone again? You ask, trailing a red fingernail down the valley of his chest.

Keep showing up. He growls, putting you back into your clothes.