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Jessie felt Sirena’s body awaken, her muscles stretching, jostling Jessie into a state of semi-alertness. Sirena sighed, a beautiful sound to crack the silence of the encroaching dawn. The pink rays had crept past the blinds and were striping the thin quilt with shadows and bands of light. Jessie popped one eye open, glancing down at the mass of blonde hair that fell over her shoulder and draped onto the sheet. Sensing Sirena was trapped in that blissful half-dreamlike state before the harsh reality of the world crashed down onto her, she pulled her closer, aligning her body with hers, feeling how her long limbs molded to hers.

Then, finally, “You awake?”

Jessie’s mouth cracked into a smile before she could answer. Why does this feel so comfortable? So right? she questioned before confirming Sirena’s assumption.

“What are you doing today?” Sirena asked, lifting herself up on her elbow to peer down into Jessie’s sleep-ravaged face.

I probably look like shit, she worried, glancing up into the green eyes reflecting back at her. How is it she still looks utterly gorgeous even after a night of drinking, dancing and fucking?

She let out a breath as she contemplated her agenda. “I’ve gotta go in to work for a bit and check some warrants I had issued. I have a court case on Monday, and I need to go over the video and reports.”

“What kind of court case?”

“Oh, this dumbass local guy got into a fight with a tourist at the Purple Moose a couple months ago. Knocked him out cold. Fighting over some chick.” She rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it. But this was a pretty common occurrence. Alcohol made people do stupid things, which is why she abstained. She wished she could convince Sirena to do the same. She’d certainly feel a lot more comfortable if she did.

“Oh, fun. I wonder what the woman thought of that,” Sirena answered, yawning.

“Who cares? I don’t even remember her, to be honest. I had to interview the victim at Atlantic General. He was pretty fucked up.”

“You don’t think having two men fight over you would be…flattering?” she asked, then realized her mistake. “Oh, I suppose you wouldn’t.”

“Women are not objects to be fought over,” Jessie corrected her. “Women do not belong to a man, or to anyone. We belong to ourselves.”

Sirena shrugged, unconvinced, as she sat up cross-legged facing Jessie. “Did I ever tell you I hate cops?”

Jessie scoffed. “Not in so many words, but gee, thanks.”

“I just haven’t had too good of experiences with them,” Sirena explained. “They can be real jerks, you know? Especially ones in the lifestyle.”

Jessie sighed and nodded. She did know, unfortunately. Asshole cops gave good cops a bad name. The reputations of those kinds of cops made things more difficult and more dangerous every time she went on duty.

“Are you like a total bitch at work?” Sirena questioned. “Or are you like this?”

“Like what?” Jessie asked, chuckling.

“You know, like sweet and caring. Protective.” Sirena reached out to touch Jessie’s thighs, then glanced up to meet her gaze.

“I try to be just me all the time. But I’m human. I make mistakes sometimes.” Jessie could think of a few instances where her anger had gotten the better of her. Every time some asshole gave her a hard time because she was a woman or Latina…it was really hard not to fight back, even if it meant locking the handcuffs a little tighter, or shoving them into the back of her cruiser with a little more force than was necessary. Not enough to hurt them. Not enough to face disciplinary action. But just that extra oomph the adrenaline of anger produced.

“I bet you’re a really good cop. I bet you’re fair,” Sirena decided. She bent down to give Jessie a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sure you are, in fact.”

“You going to the club tonight?” Jessie asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah, of course.” She fluttered her eyelashes and looked so beautiful that Jessie had to stop the urge to take her again, to make her writhe under her tongue once more. Sirena had yet to reciprocate, but Jessie didn’t even care. She hadn’t asked her to, and she didn’t care that she hadn’t. At this point, she just wanted to bestow orgasm after orgasm upon this exquisite creature. Watching her caught up in rapture was the most beautiful sight Jessie had ever seen.