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His dick bounces in my too-loose briefs as he changes position. He has a small triangle tattoo on his hip, a show of loyalty to Sully and Ollie’s friendship, and two moles on his lower back that I like to brush my fingers over when I spoon him.
His striking, sharp, brown eyes flicker to mine, and my blood heats as my cock thickens and my heartbeat speeds up.
“Your fascination with wearing my underwear, is it a kink or a sign of kleptomania?”
He goes down on his hands, pushing his butt out and putting his head between his open legs, sending me a sultry look. His mercurial eyes change from light to dark. My cock is in a state of constant, throbbing pain because of him. Which is incredible since I didn't need much sex before I met him.
“Perhaps a klepto kink,” he jokes.
“Do you always wear other people’s clothes?” I ask.
“Only yours, Gabe.” He winks. I feel a tendril of satisfaction at his response. I fucking like how he can easily distinguish between me and Bez. “I know you secretly dig it,” he adds.
I do, so much that I have to force myself not to look at his rear, with Bez sniffing at my bullheadedness.
“Tell your little thief to stay away from my stuff, though.” I send a glance at Wednesday.
“Ifsheis a klepto, she can’t help herself,” Lori states, going flat on the rug with a snakelike move.
“How do you know if she is?”
“You could ask her.” Such a Lori reply. I don't like his pet very much. I don’t hate her either, even though she ruined two pillows, left scratches on my wooden floor, and made a hole in the wall.
He straightens, using the small towel on the sofa over his lightly sweaty neck and chest.
“Any news on Bailey or the drugs?” Lori suddenly asks.
“Rami and Hunter are working on a new angle.”
“What angle?” He walks barefoot, cutely on his tiptoes, to the table to grab a bottle of water. His Adam’s apple bobs every time he swallows, and if I didn’t have somewhere to be, I’d give him something I know he enjoys sucking and choking on.
“Nothing concrete yet,” I reply, pushing the sexy images away for now. Lori switched my sex drive to the highest gear, and now I find myself thinking about his stretched lips or loud moans even during a work conference or a phone call with my brothers.
Bez laughs at my expense.
“Choo choo! I need to get on the murder train, or I won’t be responsible for my foul mood,” he hisses.
“More than usual?” I taunt him, pulling the hair tie and letting his curls fall down.
Stunning. It’s incredible how much beauty he naturally possesses.
He narrows his eyes but doesn’t push me away. He never does. He accepts me, criticizes me, mocks me, even laughs at me. Working with him has been a real challenge at times, we have very different approaches. Lori is passionate about what he does,he gives his soul to each case, cares about the clients, gets to know them, gives them a shoulder to cry on.
My unbiased and dispassionate methods clash with his, but I’ve found out that seeing the other’s perspective helps us to get things done. Unless Lori starts cussing at me and Bez takes over. He still screams, but that kind I encourage.
I can usually feel a barely contained vibrancy inside of him, but when he finds a way to win a case, his eyes for a few seconds are filled with so much emotion, it explodes out of him, spreading all around. I…like it.
You? The emotional crusher?Bez sounds incredulous.
You mean emotion?
Shut it,my alter replies.
“Hey! Am I missing some inner conversation between you two? Should I be jealous?” Lori’s voice penetrates my thoughts, and I find his eyes sparkling with curiosity and a bit of irritation.
“Never.” I brush my thumb over his lips. That soft dip, that beauty mole are my Achilles’ heel. I give it a small kiss as his succulent scent envelops me.
“I’ll let you know about Bailey.”
