“What does that mean?”
Before he could answer, the server returned with dessert; a huge slice of cheesecake covered in fresh strawberries and drizzled with chocolate. I licked my lips and picked up my fork.
“I hope you like cheesecake,” Sean said.
“Yes, this looks wonderful.”
“Please, eat, enjoy,” Sean said. He glanced at the empty glass in his hand. “We need another bottle of wine.”
He got up to follow the server into the kitchen. A few minutes later I heard the front door open and close just as Sean was returning with a fresh bottle of wine.
“Did someone leave?” I asked.
“I told Jean Paul he could go,” he said, refilling my glass, then his. He set the wine bottle in the ice bucket on the side server and sat back down. He took a bite of his dessert and smiled at me as he licked his lips.
He said, “I told him I could take it from here.”
Claire
By the time dessert was gone, so was the second bottle of wine. I was a little drunk, but not as drunk as I pretended to be in front of Sean. I laughed a little louder and longer, spoke a little slower, tripped over a few words here and there, and gave him dreamy looks that were meant to be seductive. It had been so long since I had flirted with a man I wasn’t even sure that I was doing it right.
If Sean was tipsy, it didn’t show. He was smooth as silk, his speech clear and deliberate. His blue eyes were clear and bright. I loved the way he looked at me. I’d never felt more desirable.
After dinner, we took our wine glasses into the living room. Sean’s penthouse looked out over the city from the thirtieth floor. He had the balcony doors open. A gentle breeze rustled the sheer curtains at the sides of the doors.
As Sean fiddled with the stereo, I stepped out into the night air and leaned against the railing. I sipped the wine and looked out over the city. The street below was heavy with traffic that I could barely hear. The stars in the dark sky above looked closer than I’d ever seen them. It was as if we were on a cloud, floating high above the city.
So, this was how the other half lived. Proof of what I already knew: crime does pay. And when you’re Sean O’Connor it pays very well.
“Beautiful night,” Sean said, stepping out to stand next to me.
“Yes, it is,” I said, lifting my chin to breath in the cool night air. “Fall is in the air.”
“Are you chilly,” he asked, putting his hand on my arm.
“Just a little,” I said. “But I’m fine.”
“Here,” he said, peeling off his jacket and putting it around my shoulders. It was like a warm blanket going around me. I could smell his cologne on the jacket. I turned to face him as he tugged the jacket around me. His fingertips brushed against my neck. A little jolt of static electricity shot down my neck and arced its way across my nipples and down to my clit. My panties grew hot and moist between my legs. My knees felt weak. Maybe I was drunker than I thought. And much hornier.
“Thank you,” I said softly, glancing up into his eyes.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes,” I sighed as he slid his arms inside the jacket, going around my waist. “Much better.”
“Good.”
“Good,” I sighed.
Without another word, he pulled me close. My body melted into his. I could feel his cock growing as it pressed against my thigh.
I lifted my chin and opened my mouth a little.
He pressed his lips to mine.
His tongue slid into my mouth.
His hands moved to my ass.
He dug his fingers into my ass and ground my cunt into his cock.
I closed my eyes and sighed into his mouth.
Ed would have been furious if he had known that I was in Sean O’Connor’s arms.
Joanie would have called me an idiot and a slut.
Danzig would have been jealous.
Lou and Lester would have reminded Ed yet again that women had no place in undercover police work.
I’d say fuck them all.
I was just taking one for the team.
Claire
Suddenly, there was no one else in the world but me and Sean O’Connor. The street below and the stars above seemed to fade away in the darkness. All I could see was his face. All I could feel were his hands on my body. All I could taste what his tongue in my mouth.
My brain was screaming, commanding me to pull away and run.
The rest of my body, the fun parts, the parts that didn’t get to come out and play very often, were telling my brain to fuck off.
I could satisfy my lust and still do my job.
I could sleep with Sean O’Connor and still be objective.
I was playing a role, I told myself.
This wasn’t real.
I was not Claire McAfee, undercover police detective.
I was Claire Goodman, horny secretary.
Even with the alcohol running through my veins I knew I was trying to rationalize the irrational, but I was too caught up in the moment to care.