Page 91 of The Ghost of You

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Longest shift ever.

You would think that after Noah arrested that guy at the bar, time would go quickly because I only had two hours left.

But no.

The police caused the crowd to leave the bar and the night dragged on.

Now I sit impatiently waiting for Noah to get home. I went over to his house and knocked on his door the second I pulled in my driveway, but he wasn’t home. His police car is here so I know he must be out running.

I contemplate waiting for him in his towel he said he wanted back but it’s too chilly and too provocative for me to sit outside on his porch in a towel.

Instead I wait for him on my front porch to come running around the corner with Brutus. I start to doze off when I wake up to the sound of Noah yelling at his dog.

“Come on, you fat ass. We are three houses away.”

I giggle when I see Noah trying to pull Brutus. But the dog flopped on the ground, clearly with no intention of getting up.

“Asshole,” I hear Noah mutter as he hefts the eighty-pound dog into his arms.

I walk down the front steps of my yard and meet Noah on the sidewalk. The closer he gets the more turned on I get.

There is sweat dripping down his sculpted face. His arms bulge out where he has Brutus in his arms. And the look in his eyes is enough to make me rip my clothes off in the street.

“You keep biting your lip like that and I am going to bend you over my squad car and fuck you senseless right here.”

I blush but let the wanton woman in me come out. “Officer, that might be considered public indecency. I wouldn’t want to get arrested.”

His nostrils flare. “Don’t tempt me with the thought of you in handcuffs.”

“What would you do to me if you had me in handcuffs?” I bite my lip as I walk backward to his house.

I can tell he is trying to advance on me but Brutus is interfering. “You are just going to have to wait and find out.”

I grin at him as I walk up the steps of his porch.

“Keys are in my pocket,” he says as he lifts his right leg a little.

I lean forward, sticking my hand in his pocket to grab the keys, but not without brushing my hand against Noah’s very hard shaft.

My hands shake with anticipation as I unlock the door. I open it and turn the light on, holding the door open for Noah and he gently sets Brutus on the floor. I lock the door and turn around to find Noah staring me down like an animal ready to attack. His breaths are heavy in his chest. I look down to see the erection in his shorts I know is there.

I take a step back on to the first step of the stairs leading up to his bedroom, unbuttoning the top of my jeans, as he takes a step toward me. I move up one more step, pulling the zipper down, as he moves one step closer.

I giggle as I turn around and race up the stairs. I barely make it into his room before he is yanking my back against his front. “I don’t like it when you tease me.”

I let out a groan as his hand slides into my jeans. “Yes, you do.” Before he can slip his fingers into my wetness, I pull away and turn around to face him.

“You really are trying to cause trouble, aren’t you?”

The vixen inside of me laughs because once again he unleashes me. “I’m just waiting for the handcuffs.”

A grin spreads across his face. “You sound far too excited about handcuffs. Those are going to have to wait.”

I pout as I move to the bed. He watches me as he moves around the bed and heads into the bathroom. My jaw drops open as he ignores me. I hear him turn on the water. I get off the bed and stand in the doorway of the bathroom. He is leaning against the counter, shirt off, arms crossed against his chest like he is waiting for me.

“Took you long enough,” he says as I step in front of him.

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