We both knew the shooting at his club on New Year’s Eve would be a high-profile story, and any lead was crucial. My detective mind raced, recalling when I first arrived at Sir’s place. He said he had his men on it. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had anything to do with the body in the harbor. I quickly swallowed my assumptions, refusing to let the real world bleed into our perfect little bubble.
I stood up, reluctantly shedding the warm blanket and exposing my naked body. “This was... this was perfect.”
He pushed himself to stand, pulling me into a gentle yet assertive embrace. I felt his dick jump with excitement against my abdomen before he eased away.
He licked his lips. “You better get dressed. The longer you stand here, the harder it is for me to fight the urge to be inside of you again. Because if I do, I promise I’m not letting you leave.”
A smile traversed my lips before I disappeared down the hall. The master bathroom was spacious, with a black Italian marble countertop and floors. The temperature-controlled floors were heated, ensuring comfort in the pits of winter.A freestanding bathtub sat by the window. Adjacent to it was a large walk-in rain shower, enclosed in frosted glass, with two showerheads and gold fixtures.
I stepped into the glass shower, feeling the initial spurt of warm water hit my skin, sending a wave of soothing heat through my body. As the water cascaded over me, I felt my senses fully awakening. My lids fell shut as the steam opened my pores. I drew in a deep breath, inhaling the moist, warm air.
All I could think about was Sir’s warm hands on my body, wishing we could hold onto the moment a bit longer. I didn’t know what fate had in store for us, but deep down, I knew I didn’t want it to be the last time he parted my thighs. In a matter of hours, he’d managed to burrow his way into my heart and takeroot. He’d done something to my mind and my body that no man walking God’s green Earth had ever been able to do.
I reached for his shower gel. As I lathered up my washcloth, the rich vanilla and spice fragrance filled the shower, adding a warm, masculine scent that made my heart flutter. It washisscent. As urgent as I knew the call was, I took my time, massaging the soap into my skin, savoring the aroma that clung to every hair follicle on my naked, wet body. The warmth of the water helped to loosen up the tightness in my leg muscles. I was in shape, but I hadn’t had my legs stretched and worked out like that in a long time. I had Sir to thank for the ache. As much pleasure as I’d gotten from it all, I’d gladly take a little pain.
As I rinsed off the soap, I slowly decreased the temperature, finishing with a cool splash of water that provided a final jolt to wake me up entirely. I stepped out, my skin tingling and feeling refreshed. I grabbed one of the folded plush towels and wrapped it around myself, feeling more ready to take on the day. Finally, my mind was clearer, and my limbs felt more loose.
I reappeared from his bedroom, fully clothed with my hair pulled back into a low ponytail. I made my way down the hallway, my gold detective badge swinging lightly around my neck with every step. I rounded the corner into the kitchen to grab my coat and began to put it on, trying to keep my emotions in check. I was used to the early starts, but today felt slightly different.
To my surprise, Sir stood by the kitchen counter with a fresh cup of black coffee in hand. The rich, familiar aroma filled the room, promising to chase away the last remainders of my sleep with one sip.
He presented me with the mug with a warm smile. “I thought you could use a different kind of pick-me-up.”
My heart fluttered at the sight of him. The early morning sunlight cast a soft glow across his chiseled, bare chest. His thickbeard, slightly scruffy and overlaid with my dried love juices, added a rugged charm to his typical composed appearance.
Even the simplicity of seeing him standing shirtless in the kitchen, Sir exuded a down-to-earth vibe that was seconds away from reeling me back into his arms and into his bed. A sudden wave of excuses flooded my mind.
Can I call in sick? Say I have the flu? Maybe… I’ll say I’m snowed in and can’t reach the scene. Or perhaps I’ll tell them I’ve got a flat tire.
His attention to every detail never ceased to amaze me. I inched forward, accepting the steaming cup of coffee with an appreciative smile.“You always seem to know exactly what I need. Thank you.”
I sipped, the hot, bitter liquid instantly awakening my senses. It was perfect—just the way I liked it. I could’ve easily seen myself getting used to his small but thoughtful gestures if I wasn’t careful, especially in the early mornings when the weight of my responsibilities felt especially heavy.
His wide and alert eyes were a striking difference from the rest of his relaxed demeanor. His gaze was deep. The way he soaked me in with those captivating Cognac brown eyes made my yoni throb.
Sir reached out, gently hooking a stray curl behind my ear, his touch tender and reassuring.“Go catch the bad guys, detective. You know where to find me.”
I headed for the door in a solemn, quiet stroll, feeling the shackle of Sir’s gaze searing into my spine. I looked over my shoulder, taking in one last look at the sunlit room, etching the memory into my mind before stepping out into the crisp New Year’s Day, ready to face whatever the day had in store for me.
Although no words were spoken, it was clear neither of us wanted to say goodbye. We knew what would happen when Iopened the door and stepped over the threshold—real life would resume, and we would both still be on opposite sides of the law.
Sir reached for my hand, his fingertips gently grazing mine before he slowly let my hand slip away. “Until next time, Averie.”
I nodded, feeling the absence of his grip and wishing I could stay just a little bit longer. I displayed a small smile before gently pressing my lips against his. There was a lingering softness between us, a gentle yet firm press that spoke volumes. The kiss let me know that our parting was only temporary.
Our lips parted slowly but not too far. I licked my lips, tasting myself on them as I stared into his orbs. Sir cupped my face tenderly, his thumb brushing lightly across my cheek as if memorizing my skin's feel. As we finally pulled away, our foreheads rested against each other. Everything seemed to pause at that moment, allowing us to savor the details.
With one last peck, Sir stepped back, reluctantly letting me go. Our gazes locked momentarily before I finally found the courage to turn away.
“Until next time,” I replied.
The End
