Dirty Cop by Brady Fox

”But I didn’t have to worry about love, my heart was nonexistent, and the only head I used was attached to the lower part of my body…” -Striker
I’d always ruled the men in my sheets the same way I ruled the men in my club… with strict discipline and no emotion. No spending the night, no hooking up with me more than one time, and absolutely no falling in love. Which had never been a problem, since my heart had turned to ashes a long time ago.
But when Jaxon Cash showed up out of nowhere, he threw my entire routine out of whack, threatening the foundation I had so carefully built for myself. One taste of Jaxon’s body and I couldn’t get enough. Suddenly, I’m breaking my own rules, letting him sneak into my sheets over and over again…
And maybe a little bit into my heart, too.
But it could never work, any good in me disappeared a long time ago. I was too damaged for any man to really love, wasn’t I? Jaxon didn’t think so and the more he gave the more I wanted to take until there was no turning back.
He would be mine, even if I had to destroy everyone in my path along the way.
”The issue started when my c**k noticed Striker before my eyes did…” -Jaxon
Six years of grunt work was all leading up to that moment; my first undercover assignment. It was my chance to finally show the badges in my office what I was made of and nothing was going to get in my way…
Except for maybe my heart.
Because my mark was Striker “bad boy” Reynolds, one of the most dangerous and sexiest men in the city. Striker had men lined up around the block waiting for just one night with him, he couldn’t possibly want someone like me.
Only he did, over and over again.
The deeper Striker took me the harder I fell and before I knew it I was living a double life; undercover agent by day and love struck puppy dog by night. But the truth had a way of catching up to you and it was only a matter of time before all the things I had done in the dark came to light.
The question was; could Striker love me, anyway?