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You came home almost midnight that day. You were the last one to leave the room and leave your case file on Flip's desk. The night was cold, you were tired and hungry. Longing for a hot bath, pasta and a glass of wine before bed.
You made a lot of notes about your case and really believe that you managed to solve it. The case was relatively old, seven years. A prostitute, named Wendy Benett, met a client, a guy named Marco Fontana, at a clandestine bar she worked for, called East Bar, in Colorado Springs. Drug trafficking took place there and there were rooms in the back of the bar, for clients who wanted to have sex with one of the prostitutes.
Marco Fontana was wealthy, heir to a large car business in Italy and had come to Colorado to close a deal with a new supplier. Light brown skin, short black hair, dark brown eyes, mustache and goatee helped to shape his handsome square face, which perfectly matched with his defined and strong body, looking like someone who clearly liked sports and strength training. In the photo of him present in the case file, he was tall and handsome in a white dress shirt that molded to his sculptural body, so tight that it looked like it was going to tear at any moment, as well as the navy blue linen pants, which showed off his thick thighs from behind the fabric, with Gucci loafers, causing the man to exude money through an image.
Apparently, Marco loved to spend rivers of money on drinking, cocaine and girls, and since Colorado Springs didn't exactly depict the kind of place he was used to going - since he preferred hot beaches full of semi-naked womens, to mountains and trails -, when he discovered the existence and origin of the East Bar, he soon became interested in getting to know it better, to be distracted in the three days he was going to be in the city to close the deal.
The case was about his murder, that took place on his second night in town and the second time he went to the bar. He was in a back room with Wendy Benett, who was one of the first suspects, as well as the owner of the bar named Anthony Smith, and the supplier, Oliver Jones, that Marco was signing a contract with. Everyone in the bar knew that he was rich and didn't need much to find this out, as he squandered money on his clothes, watch and in his car parked in front of the bar, as well as the amount of money he spent in a bottle of Macallan, drugs and prostitutes.
The problem was, everyone of them had strong alibis: Wendy had left Marco alone in the room after they have sex, to go to her closet and quickly return to the bar to speak to another client; Anthony was not present at the time of the incident, as one of his eight cats was ill, and since he lived near the bar, he had gone home to give the animal medication; And Oliver, was still in his office, working at the time.
But also, all were questionable alibis, since Marco had a bag of money in his hotel room, that would be delivered to Oliver the next day, when they were going to sign the contract, which would be his third and last day in Colorado. And... he was poisoned. And since the murder took place on the second day of his stay in Colorado Springs, it gives all three main suspects enough time to come up with a plan that involved others in the case.
Wendy Benett was a beautiful woman, with light green eyes, long blond hair, six feet, a body designed with defined thighs, large breasts, a dry belly and a round ass. She worked everyday in that bar and only got involved with older men, who paid her much better than younger guys normally could. From the information in the case file, she was a careful prostitute, not involved with new clients for more than six months before the event, in addition to the fixed ones she already had. She only got involved with Marco that night, because he offered her even more money than her fixed old clients paid her. There was no reason why she should say no. He was more handsome than she was used to and was going to pay her what she normally got with three clients in one night.
Anthony Smith, the owner of the bar was a disgusting fat man, who only cared about his cats. He sold drugs and prostituted women at the back of the bar, because it was a profitable and secretive business that he managed for years, hidden in the walls of a common bar to layman eyes. He wanted to continue selling narcotics and bodies without having a problem with the police. He was not stupid to kill someone in his own bar, calling attention to his business, which was destroyed after Marco's case investigations on the place, causing him to be arrested not for murder, but for drug trafficking and prostitution.
And Oliver Jones, the supplier, was a forty-two-year-old family man, who had never left Colorado and went to church every Sunday. He was just a mechanical engineer who worked for years and finally managed to invest in his own business, and he was happy with his wife and three daughters, to have managed to get the attention of an Italian investor, who would do his job be recognized and grow in a fair and legal manner. In addition, he would make money the anyway, since the suitcase in Marco Fontana's hotel room was his first payment for his services.
Nothing made sense. While they were suspicious, it made no sense to be one of them. Unless one of them had a super secret and illegal life, which was not the case, except for the owner of the bar, but he was the one who lost the most with all this.
And at the end of it all, the suitcase, with thousands of dollars, in Marco Fontana's hotel room in Colorado Springs, was intact...
When you arrive in the hallway of the classroom, Flip is outside, talking to another cop. The guy had the most amazing afro hair you've ever seen in your life.
As you were approaching, you were consequently drawing their attention by their peripheral view. You were just a few steps away when they turned to you.
"Good morning." You told them with a shy smile, without lock eye contact, just looking quickly at them and dancing your gaze around.
"Hey, good morning." The police officer that you still didn't know the name replied with a smile so white and captivating that it made you smile more gently involuntarily when you looked at him.
"Morning... Ron, this is Y/N." You looked at Flip, but he was mentioning you without looking at you directly, "Y/N, this is Detective Ron Stallworth."
"Oh my God, I know who you are!" You replied in shock, remembering who he was.
"I know who you are too," Ron replied, making you frown. Flip told him about you? What he said? You started to freak out internally, while externally you were gaping and wide-eyed, waiting for Ron to continue, "The famous best student in his cram school."
"Am I?" You asked neither of them specifically, still astonished that Flip had commented to another cop about you. He had already mentioned this to you before, but you thought it was just a little secret of you two.
"Yeah, I know you took him down in the self-defense class. You made my dream come true... I wish I was you." Ron went on, making you laugh and when you looked at Flip, he was rolling his eyes, "But seriously, between you and me, I hope you win this job. It would be great to work with a strong woman who managed to shoot down the great Detective Zimmerman."
You weren't able to hide your smile when Ron told you that.
"Okay, enough with this joke. Well, let's see if you solved your case." Flip said rudely, entering the room and ignoring you and Ron.
Your smile faded, remembering the day before, that you guys didn't end in the best way.
"Hey, I know he seems all grumpy but he's actually nice. You get used to it." Ron murmured to you, raising his fist so you could touch his knuckles with yours, before winking amiably at you and walking out of the hall.
Ron seemed to be cool, if not the coolest cop you’ve ever met. No superior has ever treated you like this, taking it easy and joke right away, and it made you feel a bit more determined to win this job and have the chance to work with him someday.
Entering the classroom, Flip was already in his epic position, with his hips against his desk. You sat in a desk next to Josh, smiling at him in the process.
"Well, I hope you enjoyed playing 'The Breakfast Club' yesterday." Flip started, making you frown and snort a smile, imagining Flip watching that movie. "Today's plan is to work with the information you got from the case files yesterday."
Flip came around his desk, picking up the files that each one of the officers used the the day before.
"My plan was to do it right here but... I think it would be interesting to work on it in the interrogation room, it makes it all more real." He continued, mentioning to everyone to grab their things and follow him.
The hallway of the interrogation rooms was narrow, forcing the cops to walk in line, and you were the last one. Flip opened the door and stood at the entrance, telling everyone to make themselves comfortable inside.
When you passed him, Flip took your arm and stopped you from going, pulling you out a little bit again and looking quickly into the room to see if anyone was paying attention to the both of you, but everyone was busy taking a chair.
"You managed to solve it, right?" Flip turned his attention back to you and whispered with an anxious expression. You retracted your neck and looked at him confused, not understanding why this sudden concern.
"I think so..." You responded by raising your eyebrows, demonstrating that you were not sure if you had really succeeded.
"Excellent." Flip replied, letting go of you and adjusting his composure before speaking again, now with an expression of disdain "Go, get in."
You entered the room trying to ignore this strange interaction that you had. Was he worried that you wouldn't make it or are you misreading?
The interrogations started and you started to get nervous. The first and third police officers interpreted their case completely wrong, only the second succeeded.
On Josh's turn, he stammered so much that you thought he wouldn't be able to finish.
"Hey, it's okay, you don't have to be nervous, take a breath." You whispered taking his hand, who was sitting next to you, trying to calm him down.
"Exactly Josh. You don't have to be nervous here. You're doing well. But I worry that you will stutter at the wrong times. You can't show uncertainty, it doesn't go away for a cartel chief, for example." Flip said with concern in his voice.
Josh went on, and he made it. Still stuttering but controlling a little more than in the beginning. And he got the conclusion of his case right.
"That's it Josh, congratulations, you found out. But... you need to promise me that you're going to work this on yourself. It would be extremely dangerous to stutter with a criminal." Flip spoke and you agreed with him. You smiled because he was being kind and understanding with Josh. If it were someone else, It would already have lost their patience.
Now it was your turn. Flip introduced the story, explaining when it was and how his experience as a detective was in this case.
"Now, Y/N, can you please give us your interpretation of this case and its conclusion?" Flip said looking at you.
"Hm, sure."You adjusted yourself in your chair, cleaned your throat and organized your summary papers in front of you before you started.
"Well, as Professor Zimmerman mentioned, my case is a case of murder. A rich Italian man who was here in Colorado Springs on business. He was going to be in the city for three days." You started the introduction of your case. Flip had his hands crossed on the desk, piercing you with his eye, just like the other four men in the room.
"Marco Fontana was an heir to a major car business in Italy. He came here to sign a contract with a new parts supplier, named Oliver Jones, born and raised in Colorado, known to many in the city, a correct citizen, with no criminal record."
You paused to breath and when you looked at Flip, it just made you more nervous. You started to be very afraid to fail him.
Swallowing hard and you continued, "Hm, Marco Fontana spent a lot of money on drugs, booze and women. He soon discovered the existence of a stowaway bar, then known as East Bar, where there was a sale of drugs and prostitution."
"On the first day of his stay in Colorado, Marco met the owner of the bar, Anthony Smith, who introduced the sale of drugs and sex over the years to the place. He made a lot of money from the business, and until then, he hadn't called police attention, since it was a secret business, which took place at the back of the bar." You continued. Flip was nodding his head with everything you said, and you didn't know if it was reassuring you or making your nervousness worse.
"Marco met Wendy Benett, one of Anthony's most profitable prostitutes, and he wanted her from the moment he saw her. He spent more money in one day at the bar, than the place usually made in four days, on cocaine, whiskey and sex."
"Okay, that's right. And how did the murder happen?" Flip asked, when you stopped again to breathe and leaf through your summary for a second.
"Well, Marco's murder happened on the second day of his stay in the city. He was staying at the best hotel in Colorado. During the day he was going to meet Oliver, and during the night, he was going to the East Bar again. The contract with the supplier would be signed on his third and last day in the city, for bureaucratic reasons. Meanwhile, a suitcase with millions of dollars was waiting to be delivered to Oliver after they closed the deal. Only, he was murdered before that happened." You continued."
"Correct. And?" Flip asked.
"Well, the three main suspects were Wendy, who was having sex with him during those two days; Anthony, who was selling drugs to him; and Oliver who was going to become his partner the next day. It was obvious to the three of them that Marco had a lot money and he had already let loose during drunken conversations, that he was in town to close a millionaire deal. They knew he had money in the hotel... but none of them had any real reason to kill him, not even for the money. Wendy, was already being overpaid for sex and Marco wanted her to go with him to Italy when he returned. Anthony lived to protect his illicit business, he wouldn’t make his own bar the scene of a crime to attract the police and end it all. And Oliver, he was a correct citizen, a man of family and God-fearing, loved by all. And anyway, the money was already his. " You took a deep breath, "And at the end of it... the money was intact in the hotel room."
"Exactly!" Flip said excitedly, showing that you were going the right way. "So? Who was it then?"
"Willian Davis, the barman." You said timidly.
"Yes!" Flip said leaning back in his chair when he clapped his hands, but immediately regained his composure, realizing that he had celebrated inappropriately in front of the other policemen, "Sorry guys, this case was really difficult." He said more seriously, "How did you find out Y/N?"
Knowing that Flip was happy that you were getting it right, gave you a... warm in the heart. He was a pain in the ass, yes, but it was getting clearer to you that he wanted you working with him. And regardless of whether you're having sex hidden, it didn't make you stand in front of others to win the place, simply because you didn't need to. You were talented on your own. In many ways.
"Well, Marco Fontana was poisoned. And at the time of his death, he was in a back room at the bar, after having sex with Wendy, sniffing countless lines of Anthony's cocaine and having a meeting with Oliver hours earlier. Wendy had left their room to go to her closet, to keep save a airfare that Marco had bought for her to go to Italy with him the next day, and then she would go to the bar to cancel a date with another client, so that she could continue with Marco in their room, until the time he wanted. A drink arrived for Marco in that space of time. And seconds after she returned to the room, Marco fell dead on the floor. "
Flip was trying to hide his smile when Josh asked, "A-and why did the b-barman poison him, if h-he didn't want the m-money?"
"That's the thing... He was in love with Wendy." you said.
"Wow." Josh replied.
"He was already jealous when he saw her with Marco at the bar. A handsome, wealthy and younger guy. She usually only got involved with fixed and much older clients, which Willian had already gotten used to seeing her with. But when Wendy commented with Willian that Marco wanted to take her to Italy, he freaked out. He didn't want her to stay away from him, even though they never had anything. He was obsessed with her."
"That's right. You did it. You know, you'd make a great detective." Flip said smiling genuinely at you. You smiled back. You were very happy to have succeeded but for some reason, knowing that Flip was proud of you, made everything even better.
"Wait, something's not quite clear here." One of the cops who failed before your turn spoke, making your smile disappear, "Why didn't the detectives suspect the barman before?"
"Well-" Flip started but you interrupted him.
"Because he planned everything. When he saw Wendy leaving the room, he soon went over there, taking a poisoned glass of gin to Marco. And Marco, was already too drunk to suspect anything, he probably thought it was a courtesy of the house or something."
"Hm... but something still doesn't match." The cop continued, still doubting you, "What about the time? I mean, there is a time lag between the time Wendy returned and the time Marco drank the gin, right?
"Hm no-" Flip tried to speak again and again, you interrupted him.
"Ice." You said.
"What about the ice?" The cop asked, as if you were saying something really stupid. Everyone was looking at you, including Flip, who was not even trying to hide the smile anymore.
"The poison was on the ice of the gin. It took Wendy about twenty minutes to go to the her closet, cancel the meeting and come back to the room. In that time, the ice from the gin that Willian gave Marco, was melting, causing the poison to mix with the drink and he was slowly poisoned."
Flip sighed and reclined on the chair again. He was loving seeing you smashing the asshole cop who was trying to invalidate you. He didn't even try to interrupt you anymore to help you. He didn't need to.
"Wendy was going to take the blame for the poison in the drink, since there would be no way to prove whether she gave the drink to him or not, much less whether she put poison in the drink or not. The other clients who was there and were interviewed, were too busy to see anything, getting high and choosing some pussy to fuck." You said ironically, "But, it was her who was there at the time of the incident. Wrong place, at the wrong time and she was already getting involved with him. The perfect bait. She would get years in jail here in Colarado, that is to say she was not going anywhere and Marco was not going to bother again."
"But-" The cop started, but now was Flip who interrupted him.
"And if the plan didn't work out, Willian knew he would have other more likely suspects in front of him. In this case, Anthony and Oliver. He was desperate and just needed to try something to stop Wendy from going to Italy."
"Not to mention that... guess who was going to dedicate himself to visiting her every week in the penitentiary? Show that he cared about her? When she got out of jail, years later, she would only have Willian. She wouldn't be a prostitute anymore, even because no men would want her. And, that was exactly what Willian wanted, to have her only for him, regardless of what it cost and the time it took. The perfect plan." You finished, proud of yourself.
"Exactly." Flip concluded with you, "But before you ask, Willian was discovered at Wendy's criminal trial hearing. He made a scene saying that 'this was the best thing that could have happened and that she would understand everything afterwards'. I was close and I heard him saying that he did everything for love. And then I connected the facts. She wasn't lying, she was the target. And Marco was ultimately a consequence. And instead of her love, Willian won her hate. And years of imprisonment. Anthony was also arrested for drug trafficking and prostitution. The bar closed. And as ironic as it may be, after she was released, Wendy left everything here and went to Italy. And Oliver, signed the contract with Marco's assistant, who took his place. A fair ending, despite the woes. "
When he finished speaking, Flip looked at you and you smiled at each other. You felt his satisfaction, by only look into his eyes. It was instinctive, like effortless intake of air.
You could have altered your voice, got pissed at being so questioned by a guy that you didn't even memorize the name. He was already eliminated, couldn't even solve his case. Why was he sticking his nose in yours, after Flip already told that you made it? But actually, it didn't matter. You controlled yourself, kept your composure and class when it was time to answer it. You controlled yourself. And now, you couldn't wait to be rewarded for it. And from the way Flip was looking at you, he couldn't wait for that too.
"Any more questions?" You said ironically, turning your attention to the man again, with a sarcastic smile.
"In fact... I have a question." The cop said, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.
"So?" Flip asked peacefully, but you knew he was losing patience too.
"Actually, it's a doubt and a certainty. The doubt I have, is if you haven't given her the answers before. Which leads me to my certainty... You're fucking her."
Your world has stopped spinning. Your blood stopped circulating in your body. Your breathing stopped and you started to feel smaller with every second that passed after that cop's statement. You had no idea what to say.
"Are you implying that not only did I break the rules by giving her the answers, but also that I'm fucking my student?" Flip said with inflated nostrils, snorting hatred. You thought he was going to explode or turn to dust at any moment.
"Exactly." The guy replied ironically.
Flip did the last thing that fit the room's energy at the moment. He started to laugh. You looked at him with wide eyes without understanding anything, but he was too busy punching and shooting the abusing cop with his gaze, to give you any self-explanatory facial expression.
"You know, I had my doubts too." Flip started, resting his elbows on the table and crossing his hands, with his attention totally turned to the guy, "At first, I thought you were questioning her because, since you were unable to solve your case, you were wanting to learn from someone more capable than you. Which would be totally understandable. But, the biggest doubt here is, how did you manage to get here, in the penultimate day of the course? " Flip looked at the ceiling and scratched the goatee, as if looking for answers, "Yeah, that I really don't know."
It looked like it was going to rain stone because of the heavy energy that was in the room. In addition to you, Josh and the other cops were wide-eyed and terrified of the situation. If it was an inconvenient for you to be accused of having sex with Flip - which you were, but still - in front of all the cops, on the penultimate day of the course, what Flip was doing with the guy, was completely embarrassing.
"But, if I have a certainty here, it is that she intimidates you. And that, it’s a weakness of yours. And not that you weren’t already out anyway, by your incapacity, but if not, you would be out now, because this, is not a work for weak individuals." Flip hissed with venom in his voice, "I am your superior here. And she, is a much more competent professional than you. You must respect me. You must respect her. Now, pick up the last bit of dignity you still have, and get the fuck out of my room, before I end with your whole fucking career."
The guy was completely static. Exuding a mix of hatred, shame and dread. There was nothing else for him to say. He got up, took his things and left the room, slamming the door in the process.
And you, were catatonic. You almost cried. For fear of being humiliated and invalidated, for having sex with Flip. If he hadn't defended you, your silence would have already confirmed the cop's conclusion, since no words came out of your mouth.
"Well, after this embarrassing scene, we are done for today. Congratulations to the finalists, see you tomorrow and may the best win." Flip said, with a straight smile for everyone in the room.
Immediately you got up and started to get your things to leave the room, without making a sound. But you were shaking so much, that you dropped some things on the floor. When you bent down, Josh did it too to help you.
"H-hey... are you o-okay? He w-was just trying to get a-attention. You were a-amazing." Josh murmured to you.
Your record fell from the vulnerability that you were exuding and you soon recovered, "I'm fine Josh, thanks." You whispered with a polite smile for him, who smiled back.
Flip was still sitting, going over some papers when the other cops had already left, and you and Josh were leaving too. You didn't look at him once after the guy left the room, very focused only on not crying. You hated feeling that urge to cry, but you saw the opportunity of your life almost get away from your hands, because of a man.
When you and Josh reach the door, Flip broke the silence, still looking at the papers in front of him, pretending to be casual, "Y/N, you stay. I want to talk to you."
You stopped in your tracks and looked at Josh who smiled at you and then looked through your shoulders and smiled at Flip too, before murmuring an stammering "See you tomorrow".
Josh left, leaving just you and Flip in the room.
"Close the door." Flip ordered and you obeyed, hesitantly.
"Lock it." Flip ordered one more time, making you turn slowly towards him, who was still focused on the docs.
"Why lock it?" you asked in a broken voice.
"Because I'm telling you to." Flip replied in a firm voice, finally looking at you.
You took a deep breath and obeyed again.
"Can't you see how risky this is? The two of us locked in the interrogation room, after a cop suspect that we were having sex?" You asked without knowing where you got the strength to say so much.
Flip stood up. And walked up to you. Slowly but with a hungry look. The one that you never decipher if it is hate or lust. But when he was pushing you to the wall behind you, pressing you against it with his hot and giant body, you knew what it was.
"I'm proud of you. You deserve a reward." Flip said, placing his big hands on your hips and pulling his pelvis against yours. He was hard.
"Flip, we shouldn't..." You started to speak, but soon stopped, when Flip started kissing and nibbling on your neck with his hot lips, making you shut up and close your eyes, rolling them in the process.
"But today is the penultimate day, honey... we only have today and tomorrow, since you want this to end..." Flip continued, lowering one hand to squeeze your ass cheek and moving the other up, to squeeze your tits, "I love it when you use this little mouth of yours the right way honey, such a good girl..."
You were there, with your arms hanging by your sides, slowly - but powerfully -giving in to Flip's caresses.
He started to roll his hips against yours, doing the friction he longed for on his hard cock. It was turning you on even more.
"Fuck..." you whispered as you lost control.
"You pissed me off yesterday, you know... But, you sucked me so good, and now solved your case so brilliantly, that I really want to return the pleasures." Flip continued, raising the hand that was on tour tits, to go around your neck, pinning your head to the wall and making you choke.
Flip looked you in the eye before saying, "Do you want me to kiss you?" You raised your hands to his forearm, trying to breathe.
Flip released you and took a step back, still looking at you, "Say it. And this time, you better fucking mean it."
You gasped for air and filled your lungs again, before swallowing hard, licking your lips and whispering, "I want you to kiss me."
Flip jumped on you like a hungry lion. A tongue war that made you lose your breath. Your hands landed on his black locks, while his hands were running all over your body.
"Turn around." He said in a hoarse voice, turning your body. Now you were facing the wall, with the side of your face and your hands against it.
"The more you talked... the more horny I got... you know honey... it was hard to control myself." Flip said as he fumbled to open your pants.
When Flip said the word control, the brat in your mind instantly woke up, "So you are admitting that you lose control sometimes?" you said with a sigh when you felt Flip's hand finally go into your pants.
"Don't get all bratty now baby..." Flip said, slipping his hand slowly between your folds, "You're so fucking wet for me."
You moaned softly and rested your head on Flip's chest when you felt him stick one of his fat fingers into your wet pussy.
"Hmmm Flip..." you whispered, when you felt him insert another finger and pump them in and out of you slowly, reaching the place that makes your mind run wild.
You were panting, trying not to make loud noises, and started to roll your hips along with the movements of Flip's fingers.
"Fuck, look how needy you're." He said, before taking his fingers off of you, making you whimper.
Suddenly, he guides you to the desk and bend you over it. He pulls your hair back slightly and spread your legs, making your breath turns heavy again by running up the tips of his two wet fingers from your pussy in yous lips.
Then, Flip let go of you so that he can lower your pants to your ankles, and he kneels behind you in the process.
Out of nowhere, you feel Flip's hands spread your ass cheeks, making you jump with anxiety and concern for such exposure.
"Oh look at this... You're fucking shining baby... so appetizing." Flip says before running his tongue over your pussy slowly, collecting your juices, "And delicious."
He starts to fuck you deliciously with his tongue, his big nose rolling against your ass hole with each push, making it impossible for you to control your moans.
"You taste so fucking sweet baby... But keep quiet for me okay?" He said and then buried his face back into you, while you bit your lower lip so hard to stop your moanings, that you thought it would cut it off at any moment.
One of your hands moved to Flip's hair, pressing his head harder on you.
He groaned at your attitude, and his vibration against your pussy made you start to move your hips harder and feel your orgasm peak. Flip has held on to you, allowing you to use his face in any way you want, just like you did for him the day before.
You felt the wave of ecstasy run through your body, putting your hand over your mouth to cover your moans. Flip continued to suck you, while your hips spasmed and you rode off your peak.
Feeling your knees go weak, Flip pulled away and stood up, running a hand down your back before lifting you up and turning you gently, pulling you to sit on the desk and holding you tightly. He spread your legs again, positioning himself between them and caressing your thighs.
You couldn't take your eyes off his face, seeing how it glowed with your moisture, while you recovered your breath. A huge urge to taste yourself on his mouth made you crash your lips against his desperately. In a wet and hungry kiss, you tasted it, traveling your tongue through Flip's delicious mouth, while he let you guide his tongue in yours as you wanted. It was erotic and sensual. And powerful.
Moving away slowly, you sighed deeply with your eyes closed, still lost at the moment.
"That was fucking hot." Flip murmured, making you open your eyes.
"I never came so hard in all my life." You whispered.
"We both know that this is a lie." Flip said with a husky voice and a smirk, bringing his lips to the crease of your neck. "But I know you have more there."
Flip started to unbutton his belt, but suddenly, you heard footsteps outside. You pushed Flip and jumped off the desk, standing still groggy and with weak knees from the powerful orgasm that Flip gave you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You whispered as you pulled up your pants and straightened up. Flip went to the door and carefully unlocked it, so as not to make a noise, while fixing his hair and belt.
"Hey, relax." Flip mentioned it to you, while walking back to his chair and casually flipping through some papers.
Suddenly, the door opens and requires all the strength of your body to not turn around desperately to see who it is. If it was one of the cop students, who happened to forget something in the room, it would be very disconcerting, seeing that you were still in the room, alone with Flip, more than twenty minutes after class. But when you turn around casually, you see it was Ron.
"Oh, sorry, I thought the class was over. Am I interrupting something?" Ron asked amicably, entering the room, making you smile shyly at him.
"No, she was already leaving." Flip said rudely, without taking his eyes off the papers in front of him.
You turn your attention to him, who remains focused on whatever it is about the case files.
After a few seconds of silence, while you look at him, Flip looks up at you, "Any questions?" Flip asks smugly. You shake your head no. "So get the fuck out of here, I have to work."
You swallowed hard and took a deep breath, before whispering an "Okay."
"See you tomorrow, finalist?" Ron said when you passed him, you nod your head with a polite smile.
You looked at Flip one more time before leaving the room, but he didn't look at you back.