Page 15 of Beauty and the Cop
"Yes,Detective."
I narrow my eyes at her, but she just grins. And then she squeaks like she just remembered something.
"Oh!" She dashes into the house, kicking her heels off as she goes. "Stay right there. I have dessert for you."
I swear to God, if it's not her naked, I'm going to break shit tonight…
I watch her ass until she vanishes around the corner into her dining room and then discreetly adjust my cock. I barely have time to reposition the hard fucker before she's scurrying back toward me.
"What is that?" I ask, eyes narrowed on the frosting container in her hands.
"Dessert," she says simply, holding out a spoon to me.
I glance between her and the container and then back again. "Sweetness, that's what goes ontopof dessert."
"Yes, but if you eat it by itself, it doesn't have calories," she says, prying the lid off to reveal a fresh container of coconut pecan frosting.
"Yeah, you're gonna have to run that by me again." I dip my spoon into the container, scooping out a bite.
"There are no calories unless it goes on the cake," she says. "It's simple math. The calories only exist in the finished product, not individual pieces of it."
"Uh…"
"It's the same reason why things are free if you buy them with cash."
"I'm concerned that you're allowed to teach actual children," I mutter. "Because none of that bullshit you just said is reality, Elsie."
"Oh, really? Then, if you have fifty dollars in your bank account, and you spend two dollars in cash on a jar of frosting, how much money do you still have in your bank account?" she demands, one hand propped on her hip.
"You still paid money for it."
"Yes, but you didn't pay moneyfrom your accountfor it, so it doesn't count."
I shake my head at her, popping the spoonful of frosting into my mouth. The shit is good. But when she takes a bite, she moans like it's the best damn thing she's ever had in her mouth. And my pants are so goddamn tight, I need to get the fuck out of here before she's the next thing I'm tasting.
She moans again, and I lean forward, brushing my lips across her cheek because I can't help myself.
"Behave, Dimples," I growl, pressing my spoon into her hand before I step back. "And keep your windows locked!"
I practically race down the steps, desperate to get home and take care of the situation in my pants before I explode.
Fucking hell.
Who knew watching her eat frosting from a container could be so goddamn sexy?
Chapter Five
Noah
"Jesus Christ," I groan,hiding in my curtains like a goddamn lunatic, my eyes locked on Elsie through the glass. She's washing her car. There is soap and water, and she's in a T-shirt and these little fucking shorts that don't even qualify as shorts.
There isn't a man on the planet strong enough to endure this. It's just not humanly possible.
"Oh, fuck me running," I growl when she bends over, her perfect ass in the air. I stomp to my kitchen to grab a chair. The legs make a God-awful screeching noise as I drag it back to the living room, placing it carefully in the shadows so I can see her, but she can't see me.
If she's going to put on a show, I'm going to watch.
I yank my sweats down, releasing my cock. My only plan is to let the hard bastard breathe. At least, that's the plan until she accidentally sprays herself in the face with her hose, leaving her shirt clinging to her body. I hear her shriek through the window, followed by a peal of laughter,
