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“But, Chief…”
“No, Chris. I can’t let you go off half-cocked on this thing. Get out of here. I have it under control.”
I don’t like that he’s sitting on this plate number, but deep down, I know he’s right. This has to be handled by the book. He’s also right about Carrie. It’s getting too dangerous for me to be leaving her alone like this.
DINNER AND A GIFT
CARRIE
I’m pacing the floor, waiting for Chris to get back. When he told me he needed to go into the office, I didn’t expect him to be gone all day. Besides, considering the level of concern that he was trying to hide when he called, I won’t step out the front door.
This is what they mean by cabin fever but only if it’s a cabin where any minute a chainsaw-wielding murderer might knock on the door.
His car pulls into the driveway, and I’m practically giddy. Who would have thought that if he hadn’t handcuffed me to a railing, I would have missed out on the best relationship of my life? I wait by the door until he gets out of the car then step outside and look all around before stepping off the porch to help him carry in the takeout food he ordered for our dinner.
“As promised. I got Italian complete with bread and salad and two bottles of wine,” he smiles.
“Is there a quartet hiding somewhere to serenade us while we eat?” I giggle.
“Dang, I knew I forgot something!” he laughs. “Let’s get this stuff inside so I can free up my hands. They’ve been waiting all day to touch you.”
“We better hurry, then,” I run back up onto the porch and through the storm door with Chris on my heels.
He places the bags on the table, puts his arms around my waist, and lifts me up to kiss me. Being in his arms feels like heaven after the long wait. I’ve been starving, but I might just put off dinner if he’d hold me like this a little longer. I hold onto his neck with all my might and he asks me, “Baby, is everything okay?”
I look into his eyes, smile, and say, “It’s better now that you’re back.”
“I’m very happy to be back. Now, how about you set the table,” he plops me on my feet and slaps my butt, “and I’ll open the wine.”
With the table set and the wine poured, we sit down to dinner and I find myself suddenly overwhelmed with a strange sadness.
What if this is all just temporary? When the whole thing is over and Chris solves the case, will he still feel this way about me? I try to tell myself that I’m being silly, but I’m not the type of girl who gets fairy tale endings. He must sense that there’s something wrong because he reaches across the table and takes my hand.
“I bought something for you today,” he tells me.
“Really? Why do I get a present?” Excitement begins to creep through me, replacing my self-doubt if only for a moment.
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small jewelry store box, and hands it to me. I open it and stare at the beautiful necklace inside. I’ve never owned any jewelry of value, and this looks like it cost more than I spend on groceries for a year.
It’s an open gold heart with two gemstones cradled in the bottom, left corner. I run my fingers across it and say, “The light blue stone looks like my birthstone.”
He smiles and says, “It is—aquamarine and the other one is a sapphire. That’s mine. I know it’s cheesy, but I wanted to show you that we’ll always be together in my heart.”
I can’t control the wave of emotions that washes over me, and I begin to cry. His expression changes to one of concern, and he leaps out of his chair and rushes to my side. He strokes my face and asks, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”
I catch my breath and shake my head, “I love it. I just feel stupid. I don’t know what you see in me or why someone like you would ever want to be with me.”
His eyes grow wide and he stares deeply into my soul. “Are you kidding? Baby, you’re perfect.”
Our lips meet in a sweet kiss rife with longing, and he places the necklace around my neck. He takes my hand and leads me upstairs. He guides me into the bedroom and presses my body against the closed bedroom door. His hands explore my quivering flesh as his tongue dances in and out of my mouth. He undresses me slowly, savoring the task as if he’s unboxing his favorite toy, and my need for him grows more feral as each article of clothing drops to the floor.
He opens his pants and strokes his exposed manhood. I expect him to lift me off my feet and take me, but he surprises me by resting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me to my knees. I stare at his cock jutting proudly against his stomach and wonder if it will even fit in my mouth.
Sensing my hesitation, he wastes no time slapping the head against my lips, demanding entry. I part my lips and he places just the tip inside. I wrap my lips around it, still unsure of what to do next but intensely turned on by the thought of him using me for his own pleasure.
He takes my head in his hands to hold me in place and thrusts his manhood further into my mouth. My eyes tear and I relax my jaw to prevent myself from choking on his thick rod. Each moan that escapes his lips serves to make me hotter and wetter, and I reach between my legs to rub my engorged clit while he controls every aspect of this oral adventure. He feeds me his cock until it presses hard against the back of my throat and holds it there until I gag then pulls it out completely and says, “Stick out your tongue.”
I obey his command and look up at him as he grips his manhood tightly and slaps it against my wet tongue.
