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“Why?” I ask. “You track me anyway. You think I haven’t noticed the little icon on my screen, running your program in the background?”
She giggles. “Is it so wrong I’m worried, and I want to make sure I know where you are at all times?”
“Sounds a little psychotic to me.” I refuse to jump when she pinches me for my joke, turning around to show her what I bought her. “Found this, though, when I went to pick up food. Is it the right stuff?”
Her eyes go wide at the giant package of matcha tea. “That’s going to last me like three years.”
“But you like it. I hope I got the right brand.” I’m not sure why it’s important, but it is.
Aria gingerly takes the package from my hands and brings it up to the edge of her nose to scrutinize.
“Please tell me you’re not trying to smell the tea or something crazy because it’s not possible through all the packaging.” I’ve seen her try crazier things, though. I’ve also seen her eat an entire package of fake peach-flavored gummies in less than three minutes.
The woman can do wonderful things.
“No, you goober. I’m getting a feel for it, and the energy of this tea isgood.”
I roll my eyes. “Psychotic. Just like I said.”
She doesn’t go to pinch me again, but she does lift on the tips of her toes to bite my lower lip. “You better stop teasing, or else you’re going to make me all fresh, and then you’ll have to punish me.”
“I’m not sure I get how your logic works in this case, but I know what happens when you punish me, and I like it.” I set her with a grin, imbued with all the heat of pent-up sexual frustration. My dick gives a jerk in my boxers.
It’s been a month since my surgery.
A month since I rescued her from the sadistic freak show who'd kidnapped her and stuffed her away in her apartment. We’d both been told to go easy for a long while and take care of our injuries.
A month in which we’d both had to stay away from any strenuous physical activities to let our bodies heal.
I’ve eaten her out almost every day, though, trying to keep us both off the edge. She’s returned the favor with a handjob, a blowjob. All kinds of jobs and a few that have involved other parts of me I’ve never let another person touch before.
Today marks the last official calendar day of our self-imposed celibacy. Doctor’s orders.
It’s been nearly impossible to stay away from Aria in that way, and my dick starts to thicken in my pants the longer she looks at me.
“Is that what you want?” she asks, blinking guileless eyes at me. It’s an act, and we both know it. “Did you think you were going to bribe me with this matcha tea, Tough Guy?”
“I thought I was doing something nice for you,” I insist.
“Or maybe you’re just itching to get back out there and catch another killer. I think you secretly have a thing about fucking after a kill. It gets you off, doesn’t it?”
She drops the container back on the counter right next to our forgotten food and turns to me, her hands loose on my shoulders. She arches her breasts up, pressing them to my chest, and my half chub turns into a full erection.
“Could be. Either one. I guess it’s going to be up to you to figure out which it is,” I reply.
The bed rest extended to work, of course. There’s no way I’d be able to get back into the field after what happened. Naomi had been instrumental in bringing Ashcroft around, especially once she produced Broderick’s body and Adam and Bill gave up all of Aria’s information.
The bullet between the dead crime lord’s eyes came from an unregistered weapon, and even our best techs had been unable to trace its origins.
But the guys no longer suspected my involvement. Especially not when the truth came out, coupled with Aria’s fantastic skills on the web. She made sure to wipe any connections they’d been trying to build between me and the shootout, me and Broderick, all of it.
My girl.
Myofficialgirl, too.
She hadn’t wanted to go back to her apartment, so while we have a real estate agent working on selling the joint, Aria’s been here with me.
A month of having a woman live with me again.
