Page 38 of His Every Move

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“There’s nothing against that in your Stonewall Investigations rule book, is there? No fucking around with your clients?”

Benji gave a hearty laugh. I shifted so that I could rest a leg on his. I liked it when there was no distance between us. “I’ll have to reread it, but no, I don’t think there is.”

“Okay, good…Detective.” I made sure to sound as campy as I could with that one. He rolled his eyes and laughed again, the sound as addicting as his sex was.

“I’m going to need you to stop that.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll have to kiss you to stop you from saying it.”

“Really? Damn. Det?—”

His lips crashed against mine. I chuckled into the kiss, leaning against him, wrapping myself around him.

Feelingsafewith him.

“I was going to say Det?—”

“No you weren’t,” Benji said, kissing me again. He leaned back. His eyes raked over my face. Almost like a painter studying a subject he was about to shift onto a canvas.

“I will say, though, as yourdetective, I’m not entirely happy you’re at a masked party. I’m glad I’m here to at least keep an eye out for you.”

I swallowed a lump. “You’re right. It was mainly all the stress I’ve been under. My judgment’s been pretty fucked. I should have just told you from the start. You could have come as my bodyguard.”

“It’s okay,” Benji said. He had a hand resting on the back of my head. His thumb traced soft circles through my hair. He had an aura about him that put me completely at ease. “Do you want to go back down to the main floors?”

I shook my head. Didn’t even take me a second to think about. Staying here for a little while longer sounded much more preferable than anything else this party could offer me.

“You look so sexy in your mask,” Benji said, smirking.

“Shit, I forgot I even had this thing on.”

“You look like a hung superhero.”

“You can call me Iron Dick.”

That got a belly laugh from Benji. “That’s a good one.”

“Are you into comic books at all?” I asked once the laughter between us died down.

“I used to read them a lot as a kid. Now, I just watch the movies. My attention span is shit. Makes stakeouts difficult for me.”

“Are stakeouts real? I always thought those were just TV things.”

Benji chuckled, his eyes searching mine again. For what? Or did he just have an intense kind of stare?

“Stakeouts are very real. Sometimes it’s the best way to figure things out. Especially if you’re working a cheating spouse case. Pictures of them leaving their ex’s house or their hookup’s apartment with their shirt untucked or hair all messed up usually do the trick.”

“Take me with you next time. I can keep you entertained.”

“No, I think you’d keep me distracted. There’s a difference.”

“Isssthere?” I said playfully, cupping his balls in my hand and gently massaging them.

“Yes, yes there is.”

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