He shifted, hoping his growing cock would land in a comfortable spot.
“I left you behind?” she asked with a sexy smirk.
“Yes.”
She batted her long lashes and shifted her weight to one leg. No matter what she did to conceal her desire, her demeanor indicated that she was just as hot for him as he was for her.
Lincoln scratched the bristly hairs that covered his jaw and worked to figure out his next words. Thankfully, before he could come up with a sufficient line, she asked, “I’m still on duty. My partner dropped me off. Can I get a ride back to my job?”
Lincoln wrinkled his brow. “On duty? Are you a cop too?”
“I am. You didn’t know that?”
“Actually, no. I knew Bella had a twin, but I didn’t know you were a cop too.”
“Oh, well… yeah, I am. But I work undercover, brother-in-law. So, don’t tell anybody.”
Lincoln grinned. “It’ll be our little secret, officer.”
“Detective,” she corrected.
“My bad, Detective. Come. Follow me. I’ll drop you off.”
She grinned and raised a brow. “I asked you to give me a ride, not drop me off, Colonel Creed.”
Lincoln lowered himself and leaned closer to her. “Ah, Detective. I see you’ve done your research. You know my life.”
“Well, I am a detective,” she reminded with a smirk. “I’m paid to be nosy.”
Lincoln laughed and placed his hand to her lower back, mainly because he wanted to touch her, and guided her toward the elevator.
* * *
After a twenty-minute drive filledwith stimulating conversation and a whole lot of flirting, they were on the west side, making a left turn on Fillmore. Less than forty feet from the corner was a guard shack manned by a uniformed Chicago police officer. Lincoln drove until he was in front of an automated guardrail. He looked over at Donatella, disappointed that he’d reached the end of the line. But after one wave to the cop, the rail rose.
Lincoln drove past the checkpoint. Donatella guided him to a parking lot protected by privacy fence with barbed wire.
“Park here,” she told him, pointing to a parking spot facing a huge concrete wall.
Once he parked, he looked over at her and waited for further instructions.
“Wanna see where I work?”
Truthfully, he didn’t. He’d rather see where she lived.
Lincoln looked up at the old, brick building that surely had asbestos issues and wondered why the city of Chicago didn’t treat their cops better. However, he’d been in worst shitholes. If he had to hang a bit in order to get closer to her, he would tour her workplace.
“Sure.” He did his best to seem enthusiastic.
Donatella chuckled. She was an intuitive woman. She surely knew he was full of shit.
“I’m just going to grab some stuff from my locker. It won’t take long.”
Victor nodded and turned the engine off. He hopped out and walked around to open her door, but she was already climbing out.
“A gentleman, huh?”
“At first,” Lincoln admitted through a chuckle.
