Page 16 of Leaving Lando

She gives a little shiver. “You can drill holes in me anytime, big boy.”

Fuck yeah. I start to reply, but then Miller comes up behind us. “Congratulations, Callahan.”

“Thanks. Good shooting,” Bree says, matter-of-fact, without either overt rancor or phony friendliness.

“You too.” Miller’s smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She looks like she’d like to say more, but doesn’t.

The winners and losers settle up. I take my payout, and the bag of pastries, and sling my arm over Bree’s shoulders as we go out. “What’s in the goodie bag today?” I ask her.

She looks at me from under her lashes. “Whatever you want.”

The innuendo goes straight to my cock. “Sweetheart. Don’t say that unless you mean it, because I promise I’ll collect.”

“Do you always keep your promises, Detective Adamo?”

“Damn right I do, Red.”

“Good.”

My dick gets even harder. “You’re staying at my place tonight.”

She smiles. “Yes, I am.”

There’s no question Brianna Callahan belongs in my bed. And on my couch. And in my shower, and on my kitchen table, and any other surface where I can fuck her blind.

Tonight, we begin.

Tomorrow, she might have to call in Can’t Work Because I Can’t Walk.

“Hang at my desk a minute,” I tell her when we reach the bullpen. “I gotta have a quick meeting.”

“Okay.” She sits down and puts her feet up in a perfect imitation of Miller’s pose. Fighting a grin, I hand off the goodie bag and go to debrief with Miller, Stuart, and our lieutenant about last night’s drug sting fiasco. I don’t even keep a snickerdoodle for myself.

I’m gonna be eating dessert all night long.

* * *

As soon aswe’re in my truck, Bree says, “I need to tell you something.”

“What?” She doesn’t answer. “You can tell me anything, babe.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. What is it?”

“I just thought you should know … I’m wearing your underwear.”

“You … what?” It’s not what I was expecting, so it takes me a second to process it. “Right now?”

Without a word, she unzips her jeans and folds them back so I can see. It’s already dark, but I turn on the interior light for a second, and sure enough, there they are. Right up close, snuggling against that creamy skin. Hugging her spectacular ass and her sweet little pussy.

“Damn. Never thought I’d be jealous of my own fucking underwear.”

Bree laughs. “A few more minutes, and they can be jealous of you.”

“Yeah, and I was gonna find out about your little wardrobe secret in a few more minutes, too. You just told me that to tease me.”

She gives me that smile again. “Guilty.”

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