Relenting (Dirty Cops #2)

Epilogue

Bentley

5 Years later…

It has been confirmed.

The city’s most esteemed billionaire, Derek Boden, will once again be a bachelor.

According to a source, Boden’s wife of four years, Sarah Labranski, has filed for divorce on the grounds of adultery.

After the rumblings of what occurred Saturday night during the Solos Charity Ball, this comes as no surprise.

According to multiple eyewitnesses who attended the event, Ms.

Labranski was approached by a photographer for the Local Times , wanting to highlight the couple in a feature for their extremely generous million-dollar donation.

Assuming Boden had gone out to their vehicle to take a business call, Ms.

Labranski went in search of her husband.

But according to our source, she did not find him alone.

The Billionaire CEO and face of Boden Industries was caught in the back seat of his limousine in a very compromising position with his driver.

Although Boden is denying the allegation, the sudden divorce filing seems to suggest otherwise.

At this time, the family has asked for privacy while they handle their personal matters.

Are you fucking kidding me? The driver? No wonder that bastard was glaring at my girl and eager to leave her on the side of the road in the middle of the night; the man was jealous.

It makes me wonder how long the two of them have been crossing swords.

I also wonder what Boden Sr.

thinks of his cheating son.

That man is opposed to negative attention, and Dickhead Derek just brought a heap of it to the family.

I only hope the paparazzi don’t go showing up at our door, looking to interview my wife on the matter.

Just in case, I should probably get on home.

As soon as I’m clocked out and hitting the interstate, I give my girl a ring, but the call goes to voicemail.

She didn’t respond to my text earlier either.

And now I’m worried.

When I pull up to a stoplight, I check her location on my phone.

It’s showing that she’s driving toward our house, not too far from my location.

Her phone is clearly working since I can see it moving on my screen—which has me thinking there’s a reason she’s not answering my call.

I put my lights on and take off in her direction, turning down one back road and then the next, until I spot her up ahead.

I press the gas down and come right up on her tail, giving my siren a blare to signal for her to pull over.

She immediately comes to a stop on the side of the road, and I follow suit, grabbing my handcuffs before I exit my vehicle.

It’s time to go interrogate my naughty wife, decide if I’ll let her off with a warning…or not.

I give my cock an adjustment as I approach her vehicle, watching as her window rolls down, her eyes meeting mine in her side mirror.

I can already see the flicker of heat blossoming like a rose in her cheeks.

Damn, I fucking love my job.

“Is there a problem, Officer?”

Oh, there’s a problem all right. My girl seems to be avoiding my calls for some reason and that’s not acceptable.

“Need you to step out of your vehicle, young lady.”

She tips her chin up, holding back a smirk. She thinks I’m playing a game, but I’m not in a playful mood right now. I want to know why she didn’t pick up the phone or text me back, seeing as though the thing’s sitting on her dash, looking fully charged.

She climbs out of her vehicle, and my eyes slide down her frame, my dick saluting her choice in attire. She looks like a sexy cowgirl in her tan boots and denim skirt, with those tits of hers poking through the white tank top she’s got on. Damn, my wife is one fine little number, and I’ve got her number all figured out.

“What did I do, Officer? The speedometer said I was going the speed limit.”

Her innocent act isn’t going to get her out of trouble, but man, does my dick love the sound of her sweet voice. I step forward into her space and force her back against the side of her vehicle. “You failed to answer the phone when I called. And you didn’t respond to my text earlier.”

Her teeth sink down into her lower lip, and a shadow of lust casts over her features. “It’s against the law to text and drive, Officer. I didn’t want to get a ticket.”

I press my pelvis up against her, pinning her with my hard cock, hearing the soft intake of air as she fights to hold her ground. After five years of being married to the woman, my need for her still isn’t near being sated. The obsession only grows stronger by the day.

“Talking on the phone does not require the use of your hands.” I pin her under my stare, giving her the same look I give to wanted perpetrators. A ripple of need runs through her shoulders, and I know if I slip my fingers between her legs, I’ll find her nice and ready. “Now, you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I plead the fifth, Officer. No laws have been broken, so I’ll be on my way.”

She tries to wiggle out from beneath my frame, but all she does is give my cock a good rub and tease my sanity further. I take hold of her arm and turn her to face her vehicle. “Arms on the vehicle, young lady.” She scoffs at my demand, putting up her fight, but I ignore her rebuttal and begin frisking her. Rubbing my hands down her sides and yanking up her short skirt.

“What the hell are you doing? I haven’t committed a crime.”

“Yes, you have.” I give her tight ass a good firm squeeze. “You made me worried something bad had happened. And for that, you’re going to be taught a lesson.” I give her a spank and she lets out a yelp. “Now, spread your legs so I can check for hidden weapons.”

Her pussy is one hot little weapon that she uses against me daily. I can’t get out of bed in the morning because it’s always pointed right at me, threatening to hit me with a case of blue balls unless I give her what she needs.

“What do you think I’m hiding between my legs?” She struggles to keep up her fight, though her breathless voice is giving her away. I run my hand right between her thighs, sliding between her swollen wet lips and land dead center on her clit.

“Look at what we have here,” I seethe the words right at her ear. “A loaded little pistol, ready to go off.” I give the plump trigger a tight tug and her head slumps against her vehicle as she releases a moan. “Should’ve guessed you were packing heat. This little cunt can’t go five minutes without needing a release. Now, spread your legs so I can confiscate that orgasm from you.”

Her thighs part, pert ass bending for easier access, and I press my fingers right up inside her tight body. Sliding through her slick channel and hitting her G-spot. “Officer,” she yelps out as her hands cling to the metal frame, trying to hold on as the feelings take over. I work myself in and out, making my hand the shape of my gun and aiming for her pleasure. Thumb pressing against her puckered star, pushing in slightly with every pass. When I pull the swollen trigger at the front, she goes off, shouting my name as she takes the hit. She whimpers through every blast like my perfect wounded victim, and when her body finally settles, I pull out and tuck her tempting pussy back under her skirt. I still have business to attend to before I can bury my dick in her. I need to know why she didn’t answer the phone.

“Now, are you going to relent and tell me why you were avoiding my calls, or do I have to haul your ass in and make you pay for your crime against me?”

Her head turns to the side and her pretty eyes are still fueled with heat. I need her to start talking so I can get her home and fuck her thoroughly.

“I was at the doctor when you texted.” Doctor? She never mentioned having an appointment. Although, she has been tired these last few weeks. Maybe she went to see someone about it. I thought it was because she was waiting up for me to get off shift, and then fucking my brains out all night. There’s a prisoner on the loose, so I’ve been having to work late nights. “And I didn’t answer your call because I didn’t want to break the news while you were at work.”

My stomach tightens as she shifts to face me. Tears are about to slip from her beautiful eyes, and it turns my worry into dread. “What’s going on, baby? Talk to me.” Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.

“I’m pregnant.”

My body practically gives out as relief slams into me. I pull her into my arms, trying to catch my breath, and then it hits. She’s pregnant. I’m going to be a dad. We’re going to start a family.

I shift back and look at her glossy eyes, watered down with happiness, and my own fill with the same overwhelming feeling. This beautiful girl managed to do it again. She proved that my love has no limit, because I’ve fallen even harder for her.

“Say something, Bentley.” Her whisper is thick with emotion, and there’s only one thing for me to tell her.

“I wear a badge for my job, baby. But the true badge of honor is being your husband. I love you, Roxanna, and I can’t wait until I get to hold our little one in my arms.”