Page 20 of He Sees You

I throw my arm over my chest. “How long have you been stalking me?”

He sighs. “I guess sucking is off the table for now. Fair enough. So long as I can feel your sweet pussy squeezing my cock tight, I can wait to enjoy the rest of you. After all, I’ve been waiting for this moment for six months. What’s a little longer?”

“Six months?” I say, the words strangled. Six months… that really does take me back to the big fight at Waverly’s, and the time Officer Coleman and his partner came in to break it up. “There’s no Santa in June!”

“Of course not. But, believe me, Dove, while Santa has come to town this December, Derek’s been watching you a lot longer than that. And, now, it’s about time he gets to come, too.”

I grab the blanket, covering myself back up. “I’m not sleeping with you.”

Look at that. I actually sound like I mean it.

I have to mean it. It was one thing to think about letting him bend me over in the alley. I could tell myself I was just doing what I had to to survive, to keep from one cop using my sidehustle against me. Sex with a hot cop I’d been attracted to once-upon-a-time? I had to do it to stay out of jail… right?

But everything’s changed now. He’s not a cop. He’s my secret Santa. He has to be. So what if Derek hasn’t come out and admitted to that just yet. Does he really have to? Who else has sent me presents? Who else has followed me around, wearing a Santa suit just like that?

Who else has deep green eyes like his…

“Why not?”

Is heserious? “Maybe because I don’t know you? You want me to believe you’ve been watching me for months… that you havecamerasin my apartment… that you’d risk breaking the law yourself because… well, I really don’t understand why except you might be out of your mind… but I’m not going to just sleep with you because you want me to.”

“What ifyouwant to?”

Fuck. I shouldn’t want to. Ican’t.

“Please go.”

Derek ignores my plea. “I don’t see what the issue is, Dove. I’m attracted to you.” As if I need proof of that, he reaches down, grabbing his dick through his thick red pants. Using his hand, he outlines the thick bulge, and as freaked out as I am by this whole night, I can’t help but look. “You can tell me that you’re not attracted to me, but I won’t believe you. I’ve seen you. You’re no prude. You like pleasure. Let me give it to you.”

I shake my head.

“Why not?” he repeats. “You’ve already fucked me.”

I have not. Unless?—

With a look of pure disgust directed at him, I can’t help but cry out, “You slept with me while I was unconscious?”

Thankfully, Derek looks just as disturbed that I would even suggest that.

He squeezes my thigh with his other hand, and a jolt of pure arousal floods my veins courtesy of my traitorous body. “Precious Dove, I’m a prick, but I’m not a sick fuck. If we’re having sex, we’re having it together. I need you awake and completely aware who it is that’s bending your knees up around your head.”

The image suddenly pops into my brain, and I shudder involuntarily. I’m a bigger girl, but I’ve always been impressively flexible. My knees up around my head as he bangs me? Yes, please?—

Wait.

No.

No.

He’s a cop. A gorgeous one with a dimple that has me going weak in the same knees I wouldn’t mind bending for a guy like Officer Coleman if it wasn’t for one tiny little thing: he’s a cop who is smirking at the idea that he’s done a B&E, breaking into my apartment while I slept.

At least he didn’t shove his dick inside of me while I was under the influence of one of my sleeping pills. Now, granted, I have to actually believe he’s being honest with me, that he’s telling the truth when he says he hasn’t taken advantage of me before tonight, but since I think I would’ve noticed an ache in my pussy the morning after if hehad… I should be able to trust him on that.

Anything else?

No fucking way.

You’re supposed to be able to trust the police. When I first moved to Springfield, I did. But the longer I’m in this city, the more I struggle to trust anyone—and Derek gives me a good reason not to when he squeezes my thigh one more time before sliding down to the edge of the bed, rising to his bare feet, and walking over to my bedroom dresser.

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