Page 13 of Daddy's Heart

She’s on her bed. Her body arched, her hand between her thighs. Wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. Her mouth open.

My brain goes off line. My cock is driving the train.

I’m at her back door, snort, okay the rear entry, okay, never mind. I turn the knob and the fucking door opens.

I make a mental note to chastise her for not locking the fucking door, especially when she’s got her hand between her legs, but then doubling down on that making sure I get her a door lock I can control remotely. A whole security system for that matter.

I step inside. Breaking and entering, some might say.

I say, I had probable cause.

My pulse hammers in my temples as I make my way in silence until I’m standing in her fucking doorway.

She’s making these tiny sounds. Part pleasure, part frustration.

I clear my throat.

“Holy shit!” She bounces back against the headboard in one convulsing motion. “Colt! What are you—"

“Don’t stop,” I order, taking two steps forward. “Get that hand down on that pussy.”

She stills, breathing hard.

“Don’t you dare stop, baby girl.”

“I just about had a heart attack.” She shakes her head, pulling at the quilt around her feet, but I reach out and jerk it down.

“You’re putting on a show? Then get to it. I bought my ticket, I want the full Monty, baby.”

“I—I can’t. Not with you watching.”

I put my hand on my sidearm. “Do it.”

Her eyes go round, but a hint of a smile quirks the corner of her mouth. She knows I’m not a danger to her, at least not in that way.

“Lay back down. Keep going.”

She shifts, moves again. Slower now.

I sit at the edge of her bed, place the cupcake box beside me.

“You better be fucking thinking of me.”

She nods.

“Good girl.”

Her fingers work beautifully. Her scent makes my balls feel like they’re full of lead.

But, something is off. She’s tense, her face is tight.

“I—” she turns my way and there’s a sadness in her eyes that makes my damn heart feel like it’s breaking. “I—can’t.”

“What do you mean. You’re doing pretty fucking great from where I’m sitting.”

“No, it’s… I try but I can’t…” She blows out a long breath toward the ceiling, keeping her eyes averted. “Get there.”

“Well, good thing I’m here.” I set the little box down on the end of the bed, reaching up and taking my hat off, putting it on the floor. “You know the law enforcement motto. Protect andserve.”

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