His lashes spread in the tension of his widened lids when she took hold of his arm. He wanted to express disapproval at her little rebellion but it excited him rather. The strong detective who'd been so satisfied with seeing him slip up and bringing him in roughly couldn't do anything but try to keep his hand from invading her clothes. Her grip was less than committed since she knew she had no leverage on him. And doing even this gave him reason to punish her.<br/><br/>Her eyes were elsewhere and it suited her. The emerald circles had been so sure before, and now they fled him while her face took on her hair's color. He rpulse didn't keep her secret either. So, the cold Det. Grey was a hotblooded human, after all. When she made herself look back at him it was quite intimate, and he replied in kind. She was struggling with the trap he'd set, he could see her torn, and then, when she submitted to it with the lowering of her chin and her hand, he inhaled in triumph. It was of course more delicious to subjugate a woman who'd made it her prerogative to jail him than one who was paid to please him.<br/><br/>He was reveling in the way she kept her own hands busy, hooking fingers under her chair. Such an accommodating detective. His mouth opened when he disovered the fullness of her tit, and played with the heft of the orb gleefully. His delighted face also let her know she should be ashemed to have such a lewd body while being in her profession. And then her sound at having her nipple bitten by his fingers. All her pent up energy seemed to relish this chance at an outlet, despite her wishes.<br/><br/>"Ah, well, seems like she's wising up." he said into the phone. "I think we'll hold off on publication just for now." He smiled down at her before sliding the conversation closed and putting the phone down, still handling her sizable pillow. He dug his fingers deep into that softness to really asses the quality of her. He let the quiet take the room, with only their breaths and the occasional confirmation of his arm against her collar to disturb the silence.<br/><br/>Eventually he took his hand back, and looked her in the eye while he dragged his tongue over his palm. He huffed like her taste had lingered and then swallowed contently. He leaned back and gestured to her blushing neck, where the shirt was pulled wide. "Please, Lyra, that's indecent. Button up." he insisted mischievously. He then took the phone up and put it into her inner jacket pocket, patting the device from outside to make sure it was secure.<br/><br/>"Now, since all our cards are on the table, how about you make sure my record is as clean as that shirt of yours?" he asked as he stood up, squeezing his wrist again to remind her of her transgression with the cuffs. "You have a Mr. Carlton in your holding cell too." Suspected to have been involved with a shooting. Her good friend detective Jason Rowler had caught him. "Get him out by tomorrow, and then come visit me at the Tire Fire club at night. I'll put you on the list."<br/><br/>He stroked her jaw with his nail and tilted his head sympathetically. "And please don't disappoint me. I don't really need all that, but its a test of loyalty, you know? Where would we be if we can't trust each other? People would just go crazy. Like my friend Derek. He has such slippery fingers." He stood up from the edge of the table and started moving for the door, gesturing toward the handle before putting his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to open.