Page 49 of Don't Leave Me

“Normally I would respond with ‘You wouldn’t’, but something tells me you would…” He trails off.

“I one hundred percent would.”

“Fine, but Pecker better not stay over again.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll tell your dad.”

“Oh, no! Don’t tell Daddy I asked the big tough police officer – who saved my life recently – to stay over with me because I wasscared in this big house all by myself. He might get sad.” I stick my lip out in a pout, making Pecker chuckle.

“How are you still a pain in my ass when you’re an eight hours’ drive away?”

“It’s a gift really.”

“Why do you torment the man?” Pecker tickles my side.

“Well, if you want to be an amazing boyfriend, you can really torment him by throwing me over your shoulder and carrying me into my room. Where there are no cameras and you’ll stay behind a closed door for the next eight hours. It will drive him crazy.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Colt asks, annoyance in his voice. He hates to be ignored.

“He’s my boss, babe.”

“Yeah, and my relationship with you has nothing to do with work. Do you really think he’d have the balls to screw with you?”

“Probably not, he’s too nice for that.” Pecker eyes me as a slow smirk spreads across his face. He sits up, taking me with him and stands to his full height. He lifts me until I'm draped over his shoulder and turns around to salute the camera. “Sorry, boss, I have a lady to make happy.”

He takes off running towards my room and slams the door behind us. We can hear Colt yelling something, but we can't make out the words. We chuckle as Pecker carefully lays me in the center of the bed and watches me.

“So, now what? Eight hours is a long time.”

“We could talk.”

“We could.” He nods his head.

“And maybe kiss.”

“That sounds nice.”

“Maybe a massage.”

“You really love massages.” His grin widens. I swear the man loves having his hands all over me.

“But I had another idea.” I tap my chin like I'm really thinking about it.

“And what’s that, baby?” He crawls up the bed until he’s hovering over me and kisses the side of my neck.

“Definitely more of that,” I moan, placing my hands on his stomach, under his shirt.

“I’m sure I could be convinced to keep kissing your neck,” he murmurs against my skin.

“Good, but I want more.” I slide my fingers down his stomach, enjoying the way his muscles contract. I slip them under the waistband of his sweatpants, more than thankful he changed when he got here after work. This would be a lot more difficult if he were wearing jeans or his uniform pants.

“What are you doing, beautiful?” He groans as my fingertips brush over his hard cock.

“Trying to convince my amazing boyfriend to finally touch me the way I want to be touched,” I whisper as my gaze locks with his.

“It won't take much convincing. You’re mine, Soph. I'm keeping you forever.” The words are barely out of his mouth when his lips crash into mine. This is going to be an unforgettable night.

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