Stolen Course(46)

“DETECTIVE JONES,” I hear spoken in a sultry voice behind me. A smile immediately spreads across my face as I spin in my chair to see Emma carrying two large coffees.

“Oh, I love you, woman!” I say teasingly as I reach forward to grab one of the cups from her hand.

“Wait! Who said that was for you?”

“Excuse me! Do you have another man working here today?” I glance around the office. The only other man in the room is Bob Stein, a fifty-year-old man with a potbelly. “Huh?” I lift a teasing eyebrow. “Hey, Bob, were you expecting any coffee?” I shout across the room.

“Oh my God, stop. Here. Take it,” she says, annoyed, but she still leans in to give me a kiss.

All is right with the world if Emma is still giving me kisses.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” I take a long, much-needed, sip. The sludge they call coffee here is terrible, and after the late night I had buried inside Emma, I need caffeine to keep me going.

“So I ran into Casey earlier.”

I almost choke on my coffee at her announcement. “Casey Black?” I need to clarify. None of us have seen or heard from Casey in years.

“Yep. She was with Eli.”

“No. Shit?”

“Nope. I had no idea they knew each other.”

“Yeah, Eli and Casey had a relationship long before the accident. And trust me. I use the word relationship loosely. Eli was in love, and Casey thought they were just fucking. When Manda passed away, it left Casey so brokenhearted that she took off, leaving everything behind—including Eli.”

“Damn, that’s rough.”

“I didn’t know he and Casey kept in touch.”

“Oh they definitely have. I would wager they are even seeing each other again. She got upset and he was comforting her.”

“Really?” I ask surprised.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Wow. Well good for him. Casey’s a good girl. Eli just needs to fight a little harder this time.”

“Anyway, how’s work going?” She walks over to my desk and plops down on the corner.

“It’s going. I’d rather be at home in bed with you.” I trace a finger down her jean-covered thigh.

“I’d rather you be there too.”

“You didn’t schedule any shoots for my days off, did you?”

“Nope. I’m all yours.” She leans forward, begging for a kiss. Who gives a shit if I’m at work? I will never miss an opportunity to take my woman’s lips.

“Good. I told Lindsey we would come over for dinner on Thursday night. Then I’m chaining you to my bed until Tuesday morning.”

“Chains, huh?” she questions with a sexy smile pulling at her lips that goes directly to my cock.

“Oh, Emmy, you need to leave. I’m about thirty seconds away from bending you over this desk. I’d probably lose my job for cuffing you then fucking you in the middle of the office. But if you throw another one of those smiles my way, I might be willing to choose a new career path.”

Emma chokes out a surprised laugh. “Well we can’t have that. I’m too high maintenance for you to be unemployed.” She tries to cover it with a joke, but judging by her nipples suddenly peaked under her shirt, she’s turned on. The mental image of those beautiful pink nipples gives me an idea.

“Give me a hug then get out of here.” I pull her hard against my body for what any outsider would assume is an innocent goodbye gesture. I squeeze her tight then whisper into her ear, “Your nipples are so responsive to me, and tonight, we are going to do a little experimenting. See, I like a challenge too. It just dawned on me that I’ve never made you come without touching your pussy. I have no doubt it can and will be done tonight though. It’s just going to be my hands, mouth, and these.” I bring a hand between us and gently brush over her nipple.

I quickly release her and step away. She sways, almost tipping over at my sudden departure. She can’t hide the lust behind her eyes any more than I can hide my hard-on.

“You always do make the best plans.” she breathes, straightening her un-messed hair. “I’ll be at your place at six. Don’t be late.” She leans forward for a light peck then walks out the door.

I watch her ass as she walks away. I don’t know what I did to deserve a woman as amazing as Emma. It sure as hell wasn’t being kind or forgiving. But regardless of why, I silently thank the Lord for whatever it was.





“HUNTER!” EMMA squeals.

I watch as some asshole picks up my woman and spins her around like they are in the middle of some atrocious romantic comedy.

“Hey, sugar,” he says, putting her back on her feet.