I need to tell her I’m here. It’s the right thing to do. The wrong thing would be to open my jeans, palm my dick and pump one out to the vision in front of me.
I close my eyes against the urge.
“Oh my God!” Matilda screams. “Sebastian, oh no.”
My eyes pop open to the sight of her turned right around, her hands desperately trying to cover her body.
Jesus. I think I could come just from looking at her.
Turn around, asshole. Turn the fuck around.
I listen to the demanding voice in my head that is telling me to do the right thing. I pivot on my heel so I’m not facing her anymore.
“I’m sorry,” I say loudly. “I just walked in.”
“I’ll turn the music down.”
She shuts it off and the sudden silence echoes through me. I can hear her ragged breathing. Or is it mine?
I’m so aroused. The need to fuck is there. I rake my hands through my hair to try and quiet the want.
I hear her footsteps as she pads across the hardwood.
“You scared me,” she whispers from behind me. “You said in your text that you’d be at work all night.”
I expected to be.
Brant called me hours ago to say that the woman I spotted at Axel Tribeca last night had finally decided to give a statement. I traded the T-shirt I was wearing for a blue dress shirt and a black suit jacket and took off. By the time I got down to the station, she was wavering again.
It took hours and endless negotiation between her lawyer and the district attorney’s office to reach an agreement that granted her immunity from prosecution in exchange for her testimony.
My gaze skims the watch on my wrist. “It’s almost one, Matilda. I thought you’d be fast asleep by now.”
I feel her fingers brush against my shoulder. “You can turn around.”
I do.
Her soft smile is the first thing I see. Her chestnut hair is tumbled in waves around her shoulders. The faux fur blanketI wrapped around myself the first night we met is now draped around her small frame. She’s breathtaking.
“I broke my own rule.” She closes her eyes briefly. “I’m sorry for that.”
I inhale deeply. The scent of her skin is intoxicating. “You don’t need to apologize to me.”
That draws her brows together. “I guess we are even now.”
Like fuck we are. She saw my cock. I want more of her body. I want to see her beautiful tits and the pussy that I crave.
I swallow hard, suppressing the need to push for more. “You could say that.”
“Thanks again for the salad,” she effortlessly changes the subject.
I’d started to make us dinner when I got the call from Brant. I put the salad I’d prepared into the fridge and left. An hour later, I sent Matilda a text telling her to eat it for dinner since I’d be at work all night.
She sent me back a quick thank you message.
“I hope it was better than the candy bar I had for dinner in the squad room.”
Her gaze searches mine. “Do you ever get tired of it?”
