Page 59 of Concealed

She’s incredible.

And I want to give her the world.

“Babe,” I manage. My breathing has become short, frantic pants. “Lay with me.”

She pulls her tank top over her head, and I’m instantly intrigued, loving the sight of those stripper tits in a lacey pink bra. She uses her shirt to wipe the mess off my abs and chest before lying beside me, her entire body trembling violently.

“Can I make you come?” I murmur against her neck.

She moans, and I know how bad she wants it – wants me.

“Please, babe, let me touch you. Let me see that pretty pussy. I’ll just use my hands, too. Or my mouth. Or whatever the hell part of my body you want. Just let me make you shake.”

She burrows into my chest. “Can we just nap first? You must be exhausted. And then… maybe… you can touch me.”

My brain races a mile a minute, but my body is admittedly exhausted from work and the aftershocks of the intimacy we just shared.

“Are you sure?” I murmur, ready to sacrifice sleep for the privilege of touching her. “You’ll sleep better if I lick your pussy first.”

“Oh, God,” she moans. “Shut up!”

I chuckle. “That usually means you want me to kiss you.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Okay, fine. But don’t leave me.”

It’s hours later when my eyes pop open and find that Rebecca is still glued to me. As much as I dread doing it, I disentangle myself and turn both of my phones back on.

More than anything, I want to spend the rest of the day with Rebecca. I just need to make sure I’m still good to do it. Days off don’t mean a whole lot to me anymore.

But touching her sure would mean the world.

The message from Grant on my work phone has me biting back a frustrated groan.

Grant:When can you be back at the station? If you want to take the day off, it’s fine. You’ve been working like crazy. But we’re a man down, and I could use your help tonight if you can swing it.

When I’m working hard to impress my boss and make an impression, it wouldn’t be wise to turn him down when he needs my help. After I’m more established as part of the team and have shown him that I can add value, I’ll be more comfortable taking some time for myself.

But not yet.

And then another message with a special vote of confidence cements the decision that I need to make.

Dad: You’re not being a hot-headed idiot, are you? I haven’t heard from you or Grant, so you’re either fired and hiding it from me, or doing well and don’t care to thank me for my help. You better not be fired after everything I did to get you that job.

When I turn around, Rebecca is sitting up in bed. My heart drops to my feet because,damn, she’s a gorgeous view.

No part of me wants to leave this girl ever again, but I have no choice. Now isn’t the time to strictly guard my personal time, or I’ll be limiting my career.

I don’t even have to say anything – disappointment covers her face before she has a chance to hide it from me.

It’s a cowardly move, but I start getting dressed rather than saying anything. She already knows, and I need a moment to collect my thoughts and try to figure out a way to go to work without pissing her off.

This situation is exactly why Wallace and so many other cops collect ex-wives. There are only so many nights your woman will go to bed alone.

It takes a really special person to deal with the shitty hours coupled with the worry and anxiety of possibly losing their partner on any given day.

I wouldn’t want to deal with it myself, and I know that loving me would be hard as hell to do. Not that Rebecca and I are anywhere close to that level in our relationship, but my career will make sure that we never get there, especially if I get my wish and climb the ranks.

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