Daddy Undercover (Crescent Cove 9)

“No. I would’ve gone to look for people at the lookout point to get out my frustrations.”

“I just bet. And I imagine you still have a lot of frustrations, so let’s stop talking.” She rolled on her back and nudged down the sheet to give me a full view of her perfect breasts. Her nipples were already hard. “I’d much rather fuck than think of my epic wipeout because of ice, slippery boots, and Sadie.”

“I would too. It scared a decade off my life.”

Silently, she cupped my cheek, rubbing her thumb over my scruff. “I’m sorry. I wore that dress for you, not him. I was going to go see you afterward.”

That knowledge settled inside me, easing the rest of what I had to say. “I lied to you about working that night. I scheduled the shift after you asked.”

Lines dug in around her eyes, matching the wrinkles of confusion in her forehead. Both smoothed almost immediately. “Okay.”

“No, it’s not okay. I didn’t want all that family exposure. I don’t know what to do with all that happiness.”

“Maybe take some for yourself?”

“I’m trying. I took his place on that date to maybe see if I could do this family thing.”

She watched me without responding.

“If I can, it’s because of you. I want you to be happy with me, Bee. I’m going to mess this up. I’ll probably put my job first sometimes and lean on you too hard and forget to make sure you have two orgasms for each of mine.” I picked up her hand and kissed her fingertips. “But I can promise you, you’ll be my first thought every day and my last.”

Her dark gaze flashed bright before she gripped my hand. “I promise the same.” She yawned, letting go of my hand to stretch her arms over her head. Her breasts bounced, her nipples seeming to tighten even more. “Damn early riser.”

I tried to stop staring at her tits. It was futile. “You always work early shifts at the diner.”

“Doesn’t mean I like it or do it on my days off.” Her lips curved as she hooked her arm around my neck. “I could get used to this kind of wake-up call.”

Her words set off a warmth inside me even hotter than the fire I’d rekindled on my trip to the bathroom a bit ago. “How do you feel about my head between your thighs every morning?”

“Is that a philosophical question?”

“Practical. I fully intend to do it.” I kissed her inner arm.

“I approve. I’m okay with the reverse on weekends and holidays.”

“Are you? Big of you.”

“Big of you,” she said with a purr in her voice as she rubbed against my growing shaft. “You should’ve clued me in years ago. I sort of guessed based on trouser creases and such, but it would’ve been nice to give me a head’s up.”

“Should I write it on my business card maybe? Say hello and offer my credentials?”

“Absolutely not. You’re never to tell anyone else. But I can tell Luna because bragging to girlfriends is a rite of passage.”

“I should demand utter secrecy on all aspects of everything we do, but hell, I have nothing to ashamed of. Besides, I’m so glad I have you here you could probably hire a skywriter, and I’d deal with it.”

“That so? What else can I ask for when you’re so charitably inclined?”

“You already asked for plenty, Ramos.” I nodded toward the nightstand on her side where I’d propped my tie from last night, the band that had come out of her hair, and my badge. “Photo op.”

She snorted. “That implies sex to you? They know I come over here. I could assemble those items anytime.”

“Do you want a to scale rendering of my dick? Sorry, it’s not going to happen. I’m a man of the law.” I arched a brow. “Take it or leave it.”

“I’ll take it.” She rolled toward the edge of the bed, offering a glimpse of her fine ass and mashing her breasts into the mattress in an entirely too distracting way. She grabbed her phone and swiped a few times before taking her snapshot and sending it off to whomever would bear the news of our coupling.

I tried not to cringe. On the heels of encountering Christian while we were in the Jeep, this was nothing.

She texted frantically with her thumbs, giggling to herself, and I closed my eyes. I truly did not want to know.