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My alarm goes off, and I reach over to turn it off. I am momentarily startled when I realize there is an arm wrapped around my waist. Then like a flipbook, everything that happened last night plays through my mind. I smile and move closer to Keith.
I lie there and think about what an amazing night we had. It was the hottest foreplay I’ve ever had in my life. He definitely knows what he is doing. From the simple soft kiss to making me come with his mouth. I can’t even begin to imagine how it will be when we actually have sex. And the pierhcing, holy fuck, I was not expecting this straitlaced cop to have it. It’s fucking hot. All that aside, sitting with him last night during that delicious dinner, then listening to him tell me all about Campbell and Kenz, I felt so close to him. Like he was letting me in on this whole other life that he has.
My alarm goes off again, and I know I need to get up if I’m going to make it to work on time. I sigh because this is the most comfortable I’ve been in, shit, as long as I can remember. I love being in his arms. I feel safe. It’s not that I fear anything, but that’s how he makes me feel. I roll over and see his eyes are open, and he smiles at me. “Good morning.” His smile gets bigger, and he kisses my lips.
“Good morning is right. Waking up to this beautiful face is one hell of a way to start the day.” I feel my cheeks heating up, and he chuckles. He brushes my hair off my face and kisses my cheek. “Sweetheart, I didn’t think after last night I would still be able to get you to blush. Good to know.” I giggle, and he pulls me to him. I lay my head on his bare chest, which by the way, holy fucking shit, is amazing. He has the body of a damn male model. I run my hand up and down his six-pack while he rubs my back. It is so relaxing I could fall back to sleep.
“I hate that I need to get up. I want to stay here all day.” He runs his hand down to my ass and squeezes.
“Mmmm, me too, but we both have things to do today, so you will have to take a rain check.” He slaps my ass, making me squeal. He rubs softly over the spot he just slapped, and damn, I feel my pussy clenching. Unconsciously, I begin to rub my now wet pussy against him. He grabs onto my hip and stops me. “Sweetheart, that’s not a good idea. I guarantee you will miss work if you keep that up.” I let out a soft sigh, but damnit, he’s right. We hold on to one another for a few more minutes until I realize I really need to get up. I kiss his chest and look up at him.
“It’s Friday. Do you have any plans tonight?” He kisses my nose and grins.
“I’d like to have plans. What do you have in mind?” I think for a minute and figure no way is Connie going to disappear again. Maybe we can all go out, and
then I can have him in my bed again later tonight.
“How about I talk it over with Connie and see what she wants to do. I can’t ask her to leave again.” He flips me over and lies on top of me.
“How about I figure it out and let you know?” Before I can even respond, he kisses me, and it is so sweet, slow, and romantic. We break away and stare at each other. I feel like there is this overwhelming connection happening between us. It’s as if we are sharing words without saying anything, searching the others soul, becoming connected. It’s incredible.
After finally getting out of bed, I shower and get ready for work. I don’t have time to do my hair, so it’s in a bun, and my makeup is minimal. I throw on my navy suit with a white blouse and head to the kitchen to make coffee before I rush out the door. I can’t help but smile at the sight before me. Keith is pouring coffee into my travel mug, whistling, and in nothing but a pair of sexy black boxer briefs. Fuck, if I could see this every morning. I walk into the kitchen and kiss his back. He turns and pulls me in for a hug. “I know you need to leave, but damn, I don’t want to let you go.” My heart pounds in my chest at his confession.
“I wish I could stay, believe me, I’d much rather be here with you.” He kisses my head and pulls back.
“I know. I made you coffee, but didn’t know what you like in it.” He turns and starts to pour himself a cup.
“Sugar and milk.” He nods, grabs the milk out of the fridge, and puts it on the counter. I rush to put it all in my coffee and turn to look at him. “Thank you. I really do hate to leave, but the captain will have my ass if I’m late, and I’m pushing it at this point.” He places his hands on either side of my face and kisses my lips.
“Go. I’ll see you tonight.” My heart actually aches now that I need to leave, and I am thrown off by it. I’ve never had my heart ache for anything in my life, never mind someone I’m just getting to know. I’m all over the place with my emotions.
“Alright. Call me, and let me know what’s up for tonight,” I say as I make my way to grab my purse and keys. “Oh, and please lock up when you leave, or Connie will kill us both.” He laughs and comes up behind me.
“Sweetheart, you know I will. Now, get going. Please be careful driving.” I rush out of the house and say a little pray I make it to work on time.
Thankfully, I made it to work just on time, and I haven’t stopped since I walked through the door. Even though Jenson was a prick yesterday, he was right; there was a woman who came in this morning because her house got broken into. She and I have been sitting together for close to two hours now because she keeps changing her description. There is a part of me that is beginning to question how valid this break-in was. She said he was white, then black, then Hispanic. She said his hair was a buzz cut, then long, then average. She told me he was tall, short, fat, and skinny. It’s like she is trying to waste my time or something. I put my pencil down and smile at her. “Ms. Johnson, do you think maybe we need to take a break? You seem to be a bit confused. That happens sometimes, and taking a break may be just what you need to clear your head.” She wrings her hands together, and I can’t figure out if she’s nervous about what happened or if she’s lying.
“Oh, ummm, okay. Maybe that’s it. I just need a break. When should I come back?” I look at my watch.
“How about after lunch? Say, around one o’clock.” She agrees and leaves. I get up and go knock on my captain’s office door. I walk in and sit down.
“What’s up, Mel?” I lean forward and sigh.
“Sir, I’ve got a feeling Ms. Johnson is making up either the break-in or the guy who did it. She is so inconsistent with her description.” He leans back in his chair and raises his eyebrows.
“Thompson, you don’t get paid to solve the cases. You get paid to draw the sketches. That being said, I will talk to Ms. Johnson.” I smile and start to get up. “Sit down, Mel.” Shit. I sit back down and swallow. “I think part of the reason you are questioning her is because Jenson is the lead on this. I know you don’t especially get along with him.” I am taken back by this.
“Captain, this has nothing to do with Jenson. I had a gut feeling that is all. I would never do something like that just because he is the lead in the case. I assure you.” I fucking wish there was another police department for me to work at because I’m so sick of Jenson causing problems. The captain runs his hands through his hair and sighs.
“I hope so, Mel. When is Ms. Johnson coming back?” I am feeling overly emotional at this point. How could he think I would purposely say something just because of Jenson? I’ve never said anything before; this isn’t my MO. I feel tears stinging my eyes, but I blink them back. The last thing I need is for him to see me cry.
“Around one o’clock, sir.” He nods his head and grabs a file off his desk.
“Go to lunch and come back with the attitude of drawing, not solving crimes.” I don’t say another word. I silently leave his office, feeling emotionally wrecked. I get to my desk and sit down. I normally bring my lunch, but I forgot today, which is probably for the best. I need to get the hell out of here for a little while. I grab my purse and head to the elevator. I’m waiting for it to arrive when I feel like someone is standing behind me. I turn, and there is Jenson with a fucking smug grin. I just ignore him, hoping the elevator gets here soon.
“Well, what’s wrong, Thompson? Did the captain say something mean to you? You look a little upset.” I spin with my blood boiling.
“Jenson, why don’t you shut the fuck up.” He laughs and moves closer to me.
