“Lucas, I’m coming!”
“That’s it, take it. Take it all,” I talk her through her orgasm like I’m right beside her and not on the other end of the phone. “Make sure my pussy swallows every drop I give her. Good girl, beautiful. You did so good.”
I’m on the verge of coming myself, even though I haven’t so much as looked at my dick. My breathing is just as hard as hers is as she comes down from the orgasm, and I’m trying to think of dead puppies so I don’t nut in my pants like a teenager.
Moments pass before anyone says anything. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard,” she whispers into the phone.
I chuckle. “Then I don’t think I’m doing my job right in the bedroom if you can get yourself off better than I can. We need to practice more.”
“Is it bad that you talking about putting a baby in me made me come like that?” Insecurity laces her tone as she questions herself.
To ease her mind I say, “No. I think it’s only natural. Biology or something. I wasn’t sure if I took it too far, but it kind of just left my mouth.”
“Right…” She clears her throat. “Um…thank you…for that.”
“Don’t mention it. It was my pleasure.”
“Did you get to come?”
I stare at her door from the comfort of my SUV. “No. But this was about you, not me.”
“Can I ask you a question?” She redirects the conversation.
“Shoot,” I tell her.
“Is Lucas your real name?”
I smile even though she can’t see it. Because if she’s asking the question, that means she’s been thinking about me. “It is. It’s easier to keep my cover if I use my same first name.”
“Oh, okay. One more thing.” I wait for her to speak. “You mentioned something about the dating app I was on. What was that about?”
I feel my cheeks heat because I’m not proud of what I did to her profile. But I don’t want there to be any secrets between us. “I may or may not have found your dating profile and changed some things on it.”
Silence.
Shit.
“That was you?” she shrieks a moment later. “Lucas. You made me look crazy. I deleted the app because I thought someone had hacked me.”
“Well…I did hack you,” I tell her the truth.
Do I wish I could go back in time and change what I did? No. Because as far as I’m concerned, Jordan was mine the moment I stepped foot into Beach Brew.
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m not proud of what I did but I didn’t want you on the dating app.”
I can hear her breathe through the phone. “You know how crazy you sound, right?”
I nod my head even though she can’t see me. “I know. And I’m sorry,” I lie to her. “It’s getting late, you should get some sleep,” I tell her before she has a chance to yell at me more.
“This conversation isn’t over.” I smile even though she can’t see me because I know she’s going to ream my ass the next time we’re face to face. I can’t wait. “Goodnight, Lucas.” My name rolls off her tongue like it’s the first time she’s saying it. And fuck if I don’t want her to say it every day from here on out.
“Goodnight, beautiful. Sleep tight,” I tell her.
After I hang up, I spend the rest of the night making a mental checklist of the pros and cons of leaving my job with the police force and then do some research on the different directions I could go if I quit.
I could stay on with the force in a different capacity, switching departments so I can have some semblance of a life. I could become a private investigator, but that takes time away from home as well. Or I could do one of another dozen things with my skill set. I never needed to look beyond undercover work, but now that I am, the possibilities are endless and not as scary as I thought they were going to be.
