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It’sa little after eight when I finally get home, and I only have a few minutes to clean up the house before Jami arrives. It’s nothing fancy, my suburban house, but it’s cozy and closer to the precinct and hospital than Jami’s apartment.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” I say, swinging the door open upon her arrival. Jami grins as she steps up onto the porch and through the threshold, pausing inside the doorway to scope the place out. “It’s not much,” I mumble. “But I’ve lived here for years and finally own it, so there is no sense moving.”
“I love it,” says Jami, turning to me. “I really do, Ely.”
“Good.” I help Jami slip off her jacket and then hang it in the closet by the door, taking her hand to lead her to the couch in the living room. Jami slips off her shoes, sets them nicely beside the couch, then sits down with an exhausted sigh, immediately drawing her bare feet beneath her in a pose that, despite its innocence, makes me want to ravage her.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“I don’t suppose you have wine?”
“For the first time in a long time, sweetheart, I have wine in this house just for you.”
Jami giggles, that sexy, beautiful sound that draws goosebumps on my skin. “I would love some.”
Trying to keep my dick from popping through my pants, I go to the kitchen to pour Jami a glass of wine and then grab a beer for me. When I come back to give her the glass, I find Jami staring quietly at the blank TV screen, nibbling on the pinky nail of her left hand, looking pensive.
“Are you okay?” I ask, taking a seat on the couch next to her. Jami smiles when I sit down, then scoots closer to me until our bodies are touching.
“It was kind of a crazy day,” she says, taking a sip of her drink. “Days like this are so exhausting, you know?”
“Believe me, I know.” I set my bottle of beer down on the coffee table in front of us and then wrapped my arms around Jami, pulling her as close as possible to me. I hold her like that for a few minutes, the two of us relaxing in each other’s arms, and then I bend my head down to kiss her.
My tongue slips between Jami’s lips, relishing in the sweet taste of mint lip gloss, sweet wine, and the feel of her silky lips against mine. She sighs softly, a small moan of contentment, and kisses me back, exploring my mouth with her own.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I murmur, stroking her hair. “I love your company. Did everything go okay with Tara and Madison?”
“As well as can be expected,” sighs Jami. “Tara is afraid that Kasper will find them, of course, but I’m trying to put her mind at ease. Is there an update on Hill?”
“Second shift is going over to talk to him,” I tell her, glancing at my watch. “They might have already been by.”
“Will he be arrested?”
I sigh and shrug one shoulder. “Unfortunately, probably not. Not yet, anyway.”
Jami shakes her head and sighs, and I can tell she’s frustrated. We both are. The reality is that it’s going to take more than an abused wife to bring down a man with such power, and we both know it. I also know that we’re both ready for it, and a small part of me is glad that Jami is pursuing this. I don’t know if any of my fellow officers would have had the balls.
“He’ll get what he deserves,” Jami whispers, taking my chin between her fingers to draw me in for a kiss. “I’ll make sure of it.” She sets her glass of wine down on the coffee table and then scoots closer to me until one of her legs is draped over my own. I’m growing hard for her already. The desire I have to rip off her clothes and fuck her silly, right there on my couch, is overwhelming to the point of almost being painful.
“How did I find such a beautiful, intelligent, passionate woman to keep me company?” I ask, bringing one hand up to softly touch Jami’s cheek. She smiles, those gold-speckled, hazel eyes reading into my soul.
“Funny,” she says, and one hand goes to the bulge pressing against my slacks. “I was just wondering something similar about you.”
Before I can react, Jami’s fingers work the button and zipper loose on my pants, and her hand slides past the fabric, cupping my erection, her thumb moving gently around the tip of my penis. A groan slips from between my lips as Jami kisses me again, one hand still on my shaft, the other on the back of my head as she slips her tongue between my lips, exploring my mouth with her own. My body rises to meet her as Jami’s hand works faster, faster until I’m nearing the edge. Just as I’m about to come, she releases me, and her head comes down, satin lips wrapping themselves around my cock, drawing me closer and closer to the brink of release.
“Fuck,” I moan, and one hand reaches down to tangle my fingers in Jami’s hair. A soft whimper of pleasure escapes the back of her throat, and a moment later, my body spasms into release. Jami pulls back after swallowing and smirks at me.
“Was that good for you?” she teases, and I grab the back of her head to kiss her hard until every single shitty moment of today has completely dissipated into nothing, nothing at all.
“You’re fucking phenomenal,” I whisper and pull Jami on top of me, kissing her neck, her lips, whatever I can kiss. I slide one hand down towards the hem of Jami’s pants and tug on them. “Are you ready for me to return the favor?”
13
JAMI
I spent Tuesday morning in my small, cluttered office downtown finishing up caseload paperwork and catching up on tasks I’ve been too preoccupied to pay attention to the last few days. As I’m finishing up with the last of my work, my phone buzzes on the desk in front of me, and I grab it to look.
