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wasn’t up for being third wheel to their domestic bliss tonight.
    “Nah, but thanks. You guys have fun, though.”
    Danny left and drove through steady snowfall toward downtown Cleveland. Twenty minutes later, he was pushing his way through a sweaty throng of twenty-somethings who had, if they were male, showered in Abercrombie & Fitch cologne and, if they were female, depleted area craft stores of glitter, which was now spread all over their bodies.
    Danny caught sight of Rochelle at a table full of people and lifted his hand in a greeting. She grinned and waved him over.
    Rochelle leaned over and whispered something to a blonde-haired woman as Danny approached and they both giggled.
    Rochelle gestured to the blonde. “Danny, this is Sarah. Sarah, this is the cop I was telling you about, Danny.”
    Sarah’s light blue eyes were glazed over and her posture off-kilter as she extended her hand.
    Danny’s off-duty assessment?
    Alcohol mixed with some benzos.
    “Hey, nice ta meet ya!” Sarah shouted over the pounding bass of some Top 40 hit. “Rochelle’s told me all about you.”
    Rochelle slapped Sarah’s arm and they dissolved into giggles again…and the huge knot in Danny’s stomach pulled just a little tighter.
    Means to an end, man. Means to an end.
    Danny plastered on his cop mask – the one he used when dealing with drunks, druggies, and hookers – and forced a smile. “All good stuff, I hope?”
    Sarah bit her bottom lip. “Oh, yeah.” She eyed Danny’s midsection. “You got your gun on you right now?”
    “Nope, not tonight,” Danny lied.
    “Shit! I was really hoping you’d let us touch it!” Sarah narrowed her eyes and puckered her lips. “Or that you’d give us all a good frisking!”
    The women squealed and play-slapped each other, laughing and knocking over two beer bottles.
    Jesus H. Christ…
    If he was going to get through this, he needed to start drinking.
    Now.
    Danny flagged down a waitress and ordered a double Jack Daniels with a beer chaser. Fifteen minutes later, a slightly buzzed, half-deaf, and ready to rock Danny led Rochelle onto the packed dance floor.
    She was on the tall side – Danny guessed about 5’8,” 5’9,” which meant she fit against his 6’2” frame well. The song wasn’t slow, but it was slow enough to warrant getting his body very close to hers. When he grabbed her slim hips and pulled her closer, their pelvises fit together nicely.
    And that was all he was really after…just a little friction to get him through the night.
    Rochelle wound her arms around his neck and smiled coyly.
    Danny eyed her full, pink lips, remembering them wrapped around his dick during a particularly interesting shower escapade last week. “Your roommate still out of town?”
    She nodded slowly, breath catching when Danny slipped his fingers into the back of her jeans.
    “We’ll fuck at your place tonight, then,” he said.
    Danny dipped his head and pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat. She smelled like synthetic fruit and tasted like hairspray, but her skin was warm and smooth and his body amped up.
    “ Mmmm …”
    The reverberations of her vocal chords hummed against Danny’s lips and he went rock-hard. Rochelle slid her hands down over his shoulders, pecs, and abs, pausing right above his crotch.
    She tugged at the waist of his jeans as her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip.
    “You ready now, honey?” he asked thickly and Rochelle nodded again.
    Good. Better to get it over with here and cut out all of the prolonged bullshit.
    And so they never made it to Rochelle’s house, after all. They only made it as far as the men’s bathroom, where they quietly fucked in the handicapped stall. Danny supplied the rubber, Rochelle bent over the toilet, and it took all of about three minutes.
    They cleaned up and Danny walked her back to her friends. He tried socializing, but now that he’d gotten off, all patience was gone. The giggling and squealing were worse