Instinctively, I lift my damp hand up, wordlessly demanding he lick it.
Taste it.
Me.
There’s no hesitation in the initial lick.
Or the next.
Or even the ones that follow it.
He licks and laps and laps and licks in between hot, heavy huffs of satisfaction that arethe signature of approval I didn’t know I needed, and one I – unfortunately – don’t have the time totruly appreciate courtesy of my head, being abruptly ripped backwards to meet Ravencroft’s stare.
“This little play session came with a photoshoot of fun for collateral damage purposes.”Her slow, vile smirk successfully churns my stomach.“Would you like copies for your own personal case files, or will the ones I’m keeping to potentially share with your colleagues be enough, Mr.Garcia?”
Chapter 6
Salay
Silence isn’t my favorite shit – I prefer noise and buzz and commotion even underwater – but I don’t hate it.
You know unless it’stoosilent.
Tooquiet.
Tooempty.
Too void.
Or, of course, unless it’s awkward.
Orsuper fuckingawkward.
Which this is.
Neither have said a word to each other since they got back to our rental beach house ten minutes ago.
And I mean…
Not.
A.
Word.
I could probably say something.
I can always saysomething.
Like me doing a rodeo flip on my board, it’spossible,but should be done with an air of caution.
Not that caution is a wave I really care to ride.
Nor is spectator a role I tend to wanna play.
Meaning Ishouldsay something.
And as much as I would love to wait for this shit to pop off like my bikini top when it’s time to sunbathe on a yacht that might not be the best call for our current work environment.
