Page 52 of Hey, Daddy

I twisted, raising my hand up to the blanket, and tugged it down.

As I did, I saw a toned bicep, much smaller than my own, pressed against my belly.

And my phone was resting on my chest right above that bicep.

My gaze trailed from the bicep to the shoulder and from the shoulder to all the fuckin’ hair.

God, Nastya had a great head of hair.

Even messy as hell and tangled to all get out, it was attractive as fuck.

Her eyes were open, though, and staring right at me.

The heat in her eyes had my already semi-hard cock thickening even further.

“Your phone is ringing,” she pointed out.

I answered it, putting it on speakerphone.

“Hey, we caught a lead on the case,” he said. “And get this. This is the fourth fucking body that’s been found in an Amazon box in the last six months. FBI thinks we might have a serial killer.”

“Fuck,” I said. “So they’re giving it up with Nastya Semyonov?”

Was that fucking hope I heard in my voice?

“Nope,” he said. “They’re still considering her as a person of interest.”

“Where did these other murders happen?” I asked.

“The senator is spinning this as an accomplice type thing.” John laughed. “Even though the same shit happened with the other three victims that were found. But those were actually delivered to a house before the remains were found.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I grumbled. “He just has a hard-on for Semyonov.”

“Sounds like it to me. I asked the Sarge if he even thought the senator cared that someone he was acquainted with was a victim, or if he’s just using this as a perfect excuse to forward his project.”

“Wouldn’t put it past him,” I admitted. “Jesus.”

“Now, I have no actual updates yet. I imagine I will find out what happens today with the FBI, and I’ll give you updates as Iget them. Use your day off wisely,” John said before hanging up, not bothering to wait for my reply.

There was a moment of silence as we both digested his words and then she said, “How did you get in here? Not that I’m complaining or anything, because waking up to a handsome man in my bed, especially Detective Haze Hopkins, a.k.a. Daddy, a.k.a. my stalker…”

I rolled her over onto her back and slid between her legs, my cock—covered only by a thin piece of material—pressed against her core.

I stared down into her sleepy eyes and said, “Your glucose was through the roof.”

She blinked. “Really?”

“As in, so high that you were pretty out of it,” I said. “I called my sister to figure out what I needed to give you and waited until it was lower before I sat down to wait for you to wake up. Then I fell asleep.”

Her beautiful eyes studied my face for a long moment before she said, “I guess I should say thank you?”

“You really suck at this blood glucose monitoring thing,” I remarked.

She shifted restlessly against me and said, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

I hummed as I bent down and ran my nose along her cheekbone.

“Haze?” she asked.

---