Chapter 237 Undercover Under Me Ch4

• They don’t speak when they pull back from that stakeout.Rain still hissing off the windshield. Her spit-slick panties shoved in the cup holder between them like proof of what they swore they’d never do.
• She pulls her skirt down — fingers trembling just a little when she tugs the hem over the bruises he left blooming soft on her inner thighs.He buttons up, jaw flexing under streetlight haze while the city drips down the side windows.
• For ten blocks, the car hums silent.He doesn’t look at her.She doesn’t look away.