The hot afternoon sun is blazing down on the beach while Valeria stands there, hands on her hips, muscles all shiny from sweat. Her black bikini shows off her tanned skin, and she's towering over some teens who look like they just got caught doing something bad. "Hey! Didn't I tell you to pick up those candy wrappers?" she yells, her ponytail swinging as she points at the trash. "This isn’t your personal dump!" her toned chest bounces a bit with each move she makes, and that badge on her bikini sparkles in the sunlight. She notices {{user}} chatting with a woman nearby and narrows her eyes. "And YOU!" she shouts, striding over, abs flexing with each step. "Don’t think I haven’t seen you! What did I say about bothering people on the beach?" She steps right between {{user}} and the woman, looking all tough despite her skimpy outfit. "Eyes up HERE, by the way," she snaps, catching him staring. "And yep, that’s another rule break—checking out a cop. Want me to add that to your ever-growing list of mischief?" Her tan lines shift as she crosses her arms, which kinda makes it even more obvious what she just called him out for looking at. "Sometimes I really feel like you just show up to make my life harder," she grumbles, reaching for her citation pad.

"Oh really? Well, look who's talking! I'm sure your boss wouldn't be too happy to see you loitering on duty," she says with a smirk, tapping the clipboard against her palm. She decides not to mention that she could kick his ass any day of the week; better not give him ideas, "Now, how about you move along before I make it official?" Her shoulders relax a bit as she realizes he's bluffing, but there's still something off about this guy... maybe he really is up to no good? She glances around nervously for a second, wondering if she should call for backup. Or her dad. But that would be admitting defeat...

"Oh really?" She raises an eyebrow, looking him over carefully now. "Well, I'd hate to see you get into trouble with the brass." She tries to sound stern and unimpressed, even as butterflies flutter in her stomach. What was she thinking, trying to show up a guy like this? Better act tougher before he figures out how easy it is to rattle her cage...

Oh... her composure wavers for just a moment as she takes in this new information Well, if that's the case... maybe you should keep moving along, huh? But I bet there's something more to it than just idle loitering. Keep an eye out; you might find yourself with another ticket before the day is over. She smirks, feeling a surge of confidence now that she knows she can match this guy in rank. She may not be the brightest musclehead around, but she's no pushover either!

Valeria gasps as his strong hands grab hers and pull her in for the kiss, her eyes go wide with surprise before slowly falling shut, lips parting ever so slightly as his tongue pushes past them into her mouth. It's like he knows all of her weak spots and how to hit them, leaving her completely at his mercy. As their tongues dance, a low moan escapes from the back of her throat, sending shivers down her spine.

Despite herself, she finds that she's enjoying this kiss way more than she should be. She tries to pull away, but his grip on her is too strong; he's the one in control here. Her breasts press against his hard chest, nipples erect from desire and fear of getting caught. She has no idea what this guy wants or how far he'll go to get it...

As he pulls her along to the private part of the beach and gets on his knees before her, Valeria is torn between wanting this incredible pleasure and hating herself for giving in so easily. She can't believe what's happening; he's touching her just where she needs it most! Her back arches off the ground as he begins to eat her out, fingers curling around her clit with expert precision. He squeezes her ass cheeks at the same time, thrusting his fingers deep inside her. With each movement, moans and gasps escape from her lips, betraying her body's response despite her best efforts to resist. Her hands fist in his hair, urging him on even as she tries desperately not to lose control. Her legs shake with the force of her climax building inside her, threatening to overtake everything and make her helpless against this sexy be

It's too much...he knows just how to make her lose it! Her hips buck up off the ground as she cries out in ecstasy, letting go of his hair and gripping at the sand beneath her instead. She shudders through an orgasm that seems to last for minutes, her body trembling with the intensity of it. When she finally comes down, breathless and spent, she looks up at him with hazy eyes, torn between wanting more and being furious with herself for giving in so easily. "You're... you're lucky I didn't..." She struggles to find words, her voice ragged from her cries. "I could have arrested you."

As he shushes her, his finger pressing against her lips, she tries not to squirm at the feel of it there. When he removes her bikini bottoms and his speedo, revealing their naked bodies for the first time, desire floods through her once more. Her legs wrap around him as he locks their lips together, moaning into his mouth as he thrusts his hard cock inside her. With each powerful thrust, she feels herself being taken apart, losing all sense of control and reason to the driving need for this man's touch. He pumps her full of pleasure, faster and harder than anything she's ever experienced before. Her body quakes with orgasm after orgasm, unable to resist the onslaught of sensation as he takes what he wants from her.

Her cries mix with his moans as he sucks and bites at her breasts, nipples hardening further beneath his mouth. The contrast between the pain and pleasure drives her wild, sending her spiraling out of control. She clings to him desperately, her nails digging into his shoulders as she meets each thrust with a ground-shaking moan of her own. Her body is wracked with orgasm after orgasm, leaving her limp and spent in the sand, still trembling from the force of their joined pleasure. When he finally gives one final powerful thrust deep inside her, she feels something give way, a release so intense that it steals the breath right out of her lungs. For a moment, there's nothing but blissful silence as they collapse together in the sand.

As their breathing slows, she realizes with horror what just happened. This wasn't supposed to happen

Her mind reels at the implications. She can't believe she just had sex with a guy like this... and in public! Worse still, she actually enjoyed it. He can't get women pregnant? But that means... Oh gods. What have they done? There's no going back from this.

Without another word, she carefully pulls away from him, scrambling to cover herself as best she can with her discarded bikini bottoms and hands. Her heart races as panic threatens to engulf her. She needs to get out of here, to think, to make sense of this mess before anyone else sees what just happened.

"I... I have to go," she chokes out, forcing herself to stand up despite her shaking legs. "I'll see you around, REX." Her voice is barely a whisper as she turns and flees the scene, not daring

She can feel his eyes on her back as she runs away, and it almost drives her further into panic. Almost. But she pushes through, focusing on getting as far away from him as possible. When she finally manages to put some distance between them, she ducks behind a lifeguard stand, trying to catch her breath and steady her racing heart.

What is she going to do? She can't keep seeing him like this... but she also can't ignore how good it felt. Gods, why did he have to make it so hard for her to resist? With a shuddering sigh, she forces herself back up onto unsteady feet and starts walking toward home, the warm sand squishing between her toes with each step.

It's going to be a long night.

It takes everything she has not to turn around and look for him as she walks home. Her mind is awhirl with thoughts of their encounter, each one more embarrassing and humiliating than the last. She should have resisted; she knows she should have. But oh gods, how good it felt...

She finally reaches her apartment complex, hurrying up the steps to the door and unlocking it with shaking hands. As soon as she's inside, she rushes into the bathroom and locks the door behind her, not trusting herself to resist temptation any longer. Slipping out of her clothes, she takes a long, hot shower, trying to wash away every last memory of him from her skin.

Afterwards, she crawls into bed naked and curled up into a tight ball, shivering with anger, embarrassment, and desire all tangled together in an

shower and head straight to her house after getting dressed in baggy sweatpants and a tank top she lies awake all night tossing and turning unable to get him out of her mind. She hates that she can't stop thinking about what he did to her, but every time she tries to force it from her head, the memories come rushing back full force.

Finally, with a frustrated growl, she throws off her covers and pads downstairs to make some coffee. Maybe caffeine will help clear her head enough for her to focus on something other than last night. As she stands at the stove, stirring sugar into her cup, she can't help but wonder if this is the end of the road for them... or just the beginning.

As the sound of someone knocking on her door interrupts her thoughts, Valeria straightens up with a start, heart racing. Slowly, she makes her way to the front door and peeks through the window. It's him. Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief as he stands there, hands outstretched like some sort of twisted gesture of submission or... something else entirely?

With shaking fingers, she unlocks the deadbolt and carefully opens the door just a crack, keeping herself hidden behind its solid wooden frame. "What do you want?" she demands hoarsely, voice barely more than a whisper as she tries to maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

His lips twist into a smirk. "I think you know what I want," he says, voice low and smooth like chocolate syrup on her skin. "So how about it? Are you

Her breath catches in her throat as desire flares up inside her despite herself. She wants to step out of the doorway and into his arms, give in to the need that still burns so brightly between them. But she can't; she won't let him have that kind of power over her again.

"Get lost," she snaps, trying to sound tough despite her quavering voice. "Or else I'll really arrest you this time." With one last shaky breath, she pushes the door shut with more force than intended and locks it once more before turning away from the door.

Alone in her living room now, Valeria sinks down onto the couch with a groan of frustration. What is wrong with her? Why can't she just forget about this guy and move on with her life? She knows better than to let someone like him get under her skin... but

She doesn't expect him to come back after she shut the door so hard, and isn't sure if she's relieved or disappointed when she hears another knock on her front door. Sighing, she drags herself across the living room floor and peeks through the spy hole again. There he is, looking handsome as ever with that stupid smirk plastered onto his face. Her heart aches for some reason, despite knowing what kind of trouble he could get her into.

She opens the door a crack wider this time, curious and cautious all at once. "What do you want?" she asks again, trying to sound gruffer than before.

"Thanks," she mutters, voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart racing in her ears. She glances down at the basket, stuffed full with items like chocolates and flowers. A little part of her wants to just shut the door and pretend it never happened, but there's something about him... something that makes her want more than she should. "Fine," she says at last, sighing heavily as she steps back from the door. "Come in." It feels like she's giving up a piece of herself just by saying those words, and it scares her a little bit.