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“Babe, I have to get off of you at some point. You need to sleep, we need to eat, we both have to work.” Trey’s words lacked any sort of conviction. He said them because they needed to be said, but he obviously had no intention of following through on getting out of bed.
“Mmmmm, no.” Charlotte nuzzled her face into Trey’s chest. He still laid on top of her, his body warming every inch of her, though he had angled his legs and arms in a way to let her breath a little easier now that they had sated their intense needs for each other. “All that is reality. I’m not ready for reality. I want to stay here where you are my blanket and the only sustenance we need are each other’s orgasms.”
“Fuck, that sounds like the holy grail of living right there.” They both laughed, his cock jumping in renewed interest against her inner thigh. “Damn, I want to bury myself inside you again, but you have to be sore.”
He wasn’t wrong. “Maybe a little more resting. I am pretty sore.”
“I both feel bad for making you that way, and yet enormously proud.” Rolling to the side a little, Trey kept his arms tight around her torso, maintaining their plastered together status. With his hands now free, they began to roam all over her back and arms, soothing her and helping her drift into a deep sleep.
What could have been hours later a harsh ringing woke them both, their twisted position unchanged. “No, not fucking now.”
Trey reached blindly behind him on the nightstand, bringing his phone out in front of him. The harsh brightness of his screen made them both squint.
“Goddamit to the hell.” Trey sat up, his arms letting go of Charlotte for the first time since they’d stumbled into his apartment hours before.
Keeping the sheet wrapped around her chest, Charlotte followed him up, propping her chin on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
Trey shook his head, and for a moment she didn’t think he would answer. “Another fire, crews are on the way, chief wants me to meet them there. Help with securing the scene.” He spit the words out, obviously not happy with the situation.
“But you’re not on call.” Even as she spoke, Trey stood from the bed, his round ass distracting Charlotte before it disappeared into his jeans.
“I know, but I’m hoping to make captain this year, so I have to go when they call. I’m sorry babe. You stay here. Sleep. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He picked his shirt up from the floor, pulling it on over his head. And sitting back down for socks and boots.
“No, I’ll just grab a bus home and get ready for work. Head in early.”
“Hell no. There is no planet in this universe on which I would let you take a bus home from what happened here today.” Trey sighed, something she’d never heard from him before, and ran his both his hands over his scalp. “How about you come with me, and I can take you home once things calm down?”
Before he even finished, Charlotte was standing up from the bed and pulling her own clothes on. The idea that she might get to see him in action, be on the scene of a story first, made adrenaline pump through her system. “Okay, let’s go.”
“I don’t think that shirt is going to work, sugar.”
With a glance to her chest Charlotte realized he was right. He had completely decimated the poor thing when he ripped it from her body.
“Don’t suppose you have anything that will fit me?”
Trey ran to his closet, and came back with a huge box of PFD T-shirts. “Yeah, I keep these here to give away on our Facebook page. Extra small, right?”
After finding the right size, they both jogged out to the car, Charlotte’s body alive in a new way for the second time in just a few hours. “So, is this another arsonist fire?”
“Impossible to tell yet. But it is in the same area as the previous ones, so it could be.” Trey glanced at her and shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “Shit, you look like a kid in a candy store. I’m almost jealous that the idea of going to a fire scene has you this excited.”
Not knowing how to respond, Charlotte shrugged and sat on her hands to keep from pulling out her phone to tip off WQUZ.
“You want to call work don’t you?”
“I’ll wait until we get there so you can have plausible deniability.”
“Go ahead. I wouldn’t expect you to keep me from doing my job. I won’t keep you from doing yours either.” Trey picked up her phone from where it had been sitting on the seat beside them. “Can’t do an interview today though, okay?”
“Okay.” Charlotte furiously tapped out a message on her cell, sending the text to Michelle, Annabelle and Mira. The responses came quickly, setting her phone buzzing in her hand. “Okay, they have a crew on the way.”
“When we get there, you stay behind the barricades. I’m not foolish enough to think I can convince you to stay in the car, but I want you away from the danger, got it?”
“Yes, sir.” She saluted him, and he smirked in return.
“I’m so going to spank your ass later.”
