Police Officer: Justice of Lust
Copyright© 2025 by Pirates Carry
Chapter 15: Unexpected Happiness
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15: Unexpected Happiness - “Police Officer: Justice of Lust” is a romantic, dramatic, and thriller story. Sarah Kincaid, a dedicated and principled police officer, is known for her unwavering commitment to justice. When she apprehends Rhys Alistair Thorne, a skilled hacker suspected of cybercrimes, she believes she has cracked a major case. But as the interrogation unfolds, Sarah discovers that Rhys is not the criminal she was led to believe.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic BiSexual Crime White Male White Female Hairy AI Generated
After two months,
She had finally found someone who made her feel alive, who made her feel like she was more than just a police officer. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she had been so focused on her career, so consumed by her duty, that she had missed out on so much. She had missed out on love, on companionship, on the simple joy of being held by someone who cared for her.
She looked down at Rhys, his body still wrapped around hers, his face buried in her hair. She could see the faint rise and fall of his chest, the soft curve of his lips as he slept. She reached up, her fingers gently brushing away the stray strands of hair that had fallen across his face.
She traced the line of his jaw, her touch soft and gentle. She could feel the stubble, rough against her fingertips, a stark contrast to the smooth skin of her palm. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his cheek, a soft, tender kiss. Rhys stirred slightly, his body tensing for a moment before he relaxed back into her embrace. She smiled, her heart swelling with a warmth that was both comforting and exhilarating. She had never felt this way before, never felt so connected to someone, so at peace with herself. She knew she should feel guilty, should feel like she was betraying her duty, her job. But she didn’t.
Instead, she woke up with a queasy feeling in her stomach, a sensation that was both unfamiliar and unsettling. She lay there for a moment, her eyes closed, her body still tangled in the sheets, trying to pinpoint the cause of her discomfort. The room was still bathed in the soft glow of the morning light, the air filled with the scent of sex and sweat. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, but the queasiness only intensified. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and she quickly sat up, her hand clutching her stomach as she fought to keep the contents of her stomach down. She took a few deep breaths, her eyes closed, her body trembling as she waited for the wave to pass. When it finally did, she opened her eyes, her gaze falling on Rhys, still sleeping soundly beside her.
She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing. She knew what she had to do. She reached for her phone, her fingers shaking slightly as she dialed the number. The doctor answered on the third ring, his voice groggy with sleep. “Dr. Thompson,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “I need to come in today.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then the doctor sighed. “Of course, Sarah. I’ll see you in my office at ten. Be careful, and don’t overexert yourself.” She hung up the phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked down at Rhys, his face still peaceful, his body relaxed. She knew she should wake him, tell him what was happening, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not yet.
She had to be sure. She had to know for certain before she could tell him. She had to face this alone, at least for now. She looked at the clock, the hands ticking away the seconds. It was 9:55. She had to hurry.
Sarah entered Dr. Thompson’s cabin at 10:00 on the dot. The doctor was already waiting, his eyes scanning the clipboard in his hand. He looked up as she entered, a small smile playing on his lips. “Sarah, good to see you,” he said, his voice warm and friendly. “I’ve been expecting you.”
He led her to the examination table, his steps quick and efficient. Sarah climbed onto the table, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the queasiness returning, the familiar wave of nausea washing over her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but it was no use.
The queasiness was back, stronger than before. Dr. Thompson, noticing her discomfort, quickly moved to her side, his hands steady and reassuring. “Sarah, you’re pale. Let’s get you checked out,” he said, his voice calm and soothing. He handed her a cup, and she took it, her hands shaking slightly as she took a sip of water. The cool liquid helped to settle her stomach, and she took a few deep breaths, her eyes closed as she waited for the wave to pass. When it finally did, she opened her eyes, her gaze falling on Dr. Thompson. She could see the concern in his eyes, the lines of worry etched on his forehead. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
“Let’s get this over with.”
Dr. Thompson nodded, his expression serious. “Alright, Sarah. I’ll need a urine sample. You can use the restroom over there,” he said, pointing to a small door in the corner of the room. Sarah nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way to the restroom. She emerged a few minutes later, the small plastic cup clutched in her hand. She handed it to the doctor, her eyes avoiding his gaze.
The doctor took the cup, his expression neutral. “I’ll be right back,” he said, disappearing into his lab.
Sarah took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She looked around the room, her eyes scanning the shelves filled with books and papers. She picked up a book, her fingers tracing the spine. It was a collection of poems, the cover worn and faded. She opened it, her eyes skimming the pages. The words were beautiful, the rhythm soothing. She found herself lost in the verses, her mind drifting away from the present moment.
The door to the lab creaked open, and Dr. Thompson emerged, a small smile playing on his lips. “Well, Sarah,” he said, his voice soft, “I have some news for you.”
Sarah looked up, her heart pounding in her chest.
She could see the smile on Dr. Thompson’s face, but she couldn’t read the expression in his eyes. She felt a mix of anticipation and dread, her stomach churning with uncertainty. “What is it?”
Dr. Thompson took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. “Sarah, the test results are positive. You’re pregnant.”
Sarah felt the world tilt beneath her feet. She gripped the edge of the examination table, her knuckles turning white as she tried to process the news. Pregnant. The word echoed in her mind, a mix of shock and disbelief. She had never considered the possibility, had never even thought about it.
At her age, she had always assumed that her biological clock had long since stopped ticking. But here she was, standing in Dr. Thompson’s office, the words “pregnant” echoing in her mind like a distant thunderclap. “At this age,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I can’t conceal it. How am I pregnant?”
Dr. Thompson’s expression softened, and he stepped closer to her, his hands gentle as he placed them on her shoulders. “Sarah, it’s not uncommon for women to get pregnant later in life. Your body is still capable of producing healthy eggs, and with the right circumstances, conception can occur.”
Sarah nodded, her mind racing with a million thoughts. She had to tell Rhys. She had to face this together.
Sarah took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she unlocked the door to her apartment. She stepped inside, the familiar scent of home doing little to calm her nerves. She found Rhys in the bedroom, still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes taking in his peaceful expression, before gently shaking his shoulder. “Rhys, wake up,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open, a soft smile playing on his lips at the sight of her. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.
“What time is it?”
“It’s just past noon,” Sarah replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “We need to talk, Rhys.”
Rhys’ smile faded, and he sat up, his eyes searching hers. “What’s wrong, Sarah? You look ... different.”
Sarah took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “I went to see Dr. Thompson today.”
Rhys’ eyes widened, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. “Are you okay? Is everything alright?”
Sarah nodded, her eyes meeting his. “I’m fine, Rhys. But...
I’m pregnant.”
Rhys’ hand tightened around hers, his eyes widening in shock. “What? You’re ... you’re pregnant?”
Sarah nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes. Dr. Thompson confirmed it. I’m pregnant.”
Rhys sat there for a moment, his mind racing, trying to process the news. He had never considered the possibility, had never even thought about it. He looked at Sarah, her face pale, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the questions that were swirling in her mind. He knew she was thinking about the same things he was. The implications, the responsibilities, the future.