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Nate lied to Janelle. This was the first night he’d watched her, though he’d led her to believe he’d been doing it for a while.
She was right, he’d been busy. He’d worked his ass off trying to find the elusive Ginger and plotting with Greg to come up with a way to nail Diaz.
Staying late at the precinct every night, coming home to collapse in bed and pass out until morning. He was visited every night by Janelle in his dreams though, the both of them naked in his bed. Licking and sucking her pretty pink nipples into his mouth. Stroking her intimately, his fingers deep inside her, making her cry out with his every touch. Her plump lips wrapped around his dick, giving him the blow job to end all blow jobs.
Like clockwork, he’d wake up with an intense headache and a raging hard on. No matter how much he jerked off in the shower, he never felt satisfied.
Seeing her walk out of the building just after five o’clock had made his hopes rise, amongst other things. She looked beautiful, wearing a pale green dress that emphasized her curves, the skirt swirling about her long legs.
Disappointment tampered his hopes when she went to a restaurant and popular bar with her friend. The two women sat inside for hours, talking and drinking.
He knew because he’d snuck in to see. Spying on her made him feel like a complete ass and he slunk out of there before she caught him.
So he’d sat in the car quietly seething, jealousy bubbling in his gut. He didn’t like the thought of Janelle with another man. At all. He wanted to be the man who brought her pleasure, made her laugh, made her think.
The relief that had filled him at her admission had been overwhelming. He assumed she and her friend had gone to the bar to flirt with guys. All Janelle really wanted to do was hang out.
Now he followed her back to her place. Where he’d sit in the parking lot and imagine her getting ready for bed. What was her normal routine? Would she take a shower? What did she wear? PJs? A nightgown? Perhaps she wore nothing at all...
Sweat popped out on his forehead and he shook his head. This night was going to be his worst nightmare. Knowing she was safe in her apartment, sleeping peacefully in a warm cozy bed.
Would it startle her if he let himself in and snuck inside? Or would she welcome him with open arms?
She’d be warm and sleepy and soft. He imagined searching her soft skin with his hands and tongue as she encouraged him with sweet little sighs and whimpers. Bury his face between her legs and taste her sweetness, making her gasp, making her moan. Fill her with his cock until she cried out in ecstasy as she came. Hold her close as their heartbeats mingled and they slowly fell asleep.
Shit. He didn’t normally think like this and it was slowly starting to eat him up inside. He needed to stop.
He couldn’t stop.
Pulling into the last available parking spot facing her apartment building, Nate killed the engine and sat frozen in his seat. His cock throbbed inside his jeans and he cursed under his breath, pissed.
The last thing he needed was to get worked up over a woman who wasn’t interested. He needed to concentrate. Sit out the next ten hours until the guy who covered the day shift showed up and he could get the hell out of there.
It was going to be hellish torture. He didn’t know if he would be able to stand it.
Janelle walked by his car minutes later, didn’t bother looking his way. She fairly sauntered, her hips swinging, the skirt of her dress swishing around her legs. Those legs had been wrapped around his waist when she’d anchored her lush body to his. As he’d thrust deep inside her that one magical night.
Nate closed his eyes, breathing deep, desperate to gain some sort of control.
She moved with a seductive grace up the stairs that led to her door, glancing over her shoulder once, so quick he barely noticed it. It was dark outside, but there was enough light to see the hint of a smile curving her luscious lips before she started to unlock the front door.
The little vixen was doing it on purpose. Putting on a show and trying to make him miserable.
It worked.
Janelle disappeared inside and he breathed a sigh of relief. He should’ve never asked for this duty, had known it was a mistake as soon as he volunteered to cover the spot left vacant tonight by the patrol officer who had a medical emergency. He’d done it to be a nice guy, to help cover when his boss was in a fix.
Shit, who was he kidding? He’d jumped at the chance to be near Janelle again.
A light flickered on and the apartment blinds were cracked open, allowing him a glimpse inside. Leaning forward he peered up at the window, watching as she moved about inside the room. She approached the window, tugging on the string that zipped the blinds up and his eyes widened.
Janelle stood in the window for a moment, staring directly at his car and then her hand was at her chest, her fingers moving over the front of her dress.
Undoing every little button that rested there, she revealed inches of golden skin with each flick of her fingers, letting the fabric fall open. She wore a pale colored lace bra and it cupped her plump breasts invitingly, making his hands itch to do the same.
She continued to undo each button, shrugging out of the dress when she undid the last button above her waist, letting the top of her dress fall off. Her long blonde hair hung over one shoulder, the ends curling invitingly over her breast and she raised her arms, smoothing her hair back behind her shoulders with both hands.