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Something in his mannerisms hitches, and I wonder if, even now, Jerry misses having Clint at his side to high-five. He’s never been able to find another partner to stomach his brand of humor.
“If I had a jar for you, I’d be a wealthy man…” I mutter under my breath. To his face, I say, “Get wrecked, McGee. I know jealousy when I see it, and if she’d looked your way for half a second, you’d be popping a tent right here.”
Thinking about the redhead’s pussy has my spent cock twitching anew. Much to my surprise, Jerry huffs out a laugh rather than going for red-faced, all-American hatred.
“Maybe I just need a mastervation,” he says.
“When a regular vacation won’t do,” I reply, picking up the thread of his joke.
Today might just be a fucking twist of reality for everyone, then.
Naomi perks up as my footsteps grow louder and gestures over her shoulder for me to look at something. “We found a clue,” she says in a hush. “Something we didn’t find in any of the other scenes.”
“Didn't realize you were quite so discontent to let the ME’s do their job, Blue. You’ve been hunting for clues all on your own.”
She misses the reference entirely and holds out a slightly bent business card with one of the corners torn off. Her smile is back in place, her front teeth larger for the way she pulls her lips back from them. “There’s no name on it, but there’s a number. Might be an IP address. Contains the right number of digits.”
I pull on a pair of latex gloves and pluck the card from her. “We’ll have to have our guys trace it and see if they can get a hit.”
Fuck, I can’t even muster enough energy to be excited about a potential break in the case. The blowjob helped a bit, make no mistake. Watching those tits bounce while the stranger’s head bobbed up, down, the flick of her tongue and the grip on my—
“Dev? Are you okay?” Naomi is looking at me sideways.
I might need my own mastervation soon. Not that I want to admit to Jerry that he has a pretty sweet phrase to coin. All I can think about is slamming into the redhead, pressing my cock to her core again and again, and feeling her tighten around me.
Which isn’t going to help the family of the dead man get any closure. Any of the dead men, really.
It’s not going to help me bring down the entire Black Market Syndicate and avenge Layla’s death.
Nothing.
Even getting sucked off barely makes me feel any better.
“I think I need to take a walk. Get out of my head a little bit.” I slide my hands into the pockets of my coat. “You’ve got this well in hand.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You look a little pale,” Naomi replies. She’s got her hair pulled back in a tight bun away from her face, her almond-shaped eyes even narrower somehow. “It’s the coffee, isn’t it? You can tell me. I won’t get offended.”
I huff out a laugh. “I never look pale, Detective.” I turn to Jasleen. “Keep an eye on things here for me, will you?”
Naomi bristles at being looked over while Jasleen shoots me a salute. “I’ve got it covered, Dev,” Jasleen says. “Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing.”
Today’s blowie felt like punishment and present wrapped into one. And having the woman swallow…it hasn’t been my experience finding ladies who actually like doing it. Who likes the taste of cum.
I’ve also never done it during work hours.Ever.
There is something wrong with me that several months of therapy after losing my partner hasn’t been able to isolate or heal.
Dragging the cell from my coat pocket, I snap a picture of the number on the card before glancing over at Naomi.
“You’re going to be all right if I leave you, right?” I ask in a low tone.
She tilts her head to the side like an adorable kitten, her eyes narrowing. “What do you mean, am I going to be all right? I’m clearly fine. You’re the one who’s been losing his marbles all morning. Where are you going, Dev?”
“Home.” It’s way too fucking early in the day, and my shift is nowhere near done, but…
Hopefully, Ashcroft will understand.
Naomi squeaks and her hands go to her hips. “Are you kidding me right now? You can't leave me in the middle of an active crime scene investigation. This isn’t like you!”
