Page 26 of Sofa King Wanted

“Not shocking.” I pretend to be smug, and Neil chuckles. “I am kind of the best.”

“Now.” He kisses the shell of my ear and then my jaw. “Tell me about this stolen evidence.”

“Borrowed,” I huff.

“Right.” Neil shifts, and I feel his cock slide out of me.

I let out a whimper at the loss, and then his release floods out, coating my thighs. I don't think all that dirty talk about cumming inside of me was just talk.

“Okay, so what evidence do you have?” he asks.

“Can I put some clothes on first? I don’t want to talk about Simon while I’m naked.”

“Fair enough,” Neil says and then leans down, snagging his shirt off the floor. He puts it on me, and my eyes drop to his cock that is still impressively hard. Neil pulls on his boxer briefs when he sees me checking him out. “You’re easily distracted. Let’s go to the kitchen.”

He’s not wrong, so I let him take my hand and lead me into the kitchen where I left the breakfast I picked up from the diner.

“So there were pictures that Simon left at the crime scene,” I say as Neil grabs his coffee and takes a drink.

“Yes, I've seen them in the file.”

“Well, as it turns out, there were a lot more photos. Simon took photos of Rhodes and Quinn having sex, and some of them showed more than the others. The ones that were the most graphic Rhodes didn't want people to see. By that point, I knew what Quinn had been through, and I understood his reasoning. So I took the worst of the photos out of evidence before the state police got there. The problem is I put them in my cruiser.”

“And now they're gone?” he guesses, and I cringe.

“Maybe.” My shoulders sag. “Or I might have moved them and don't remember.” I bury my face in my hands. Why do I constantly mess things up?

“Hey, now.” Neil pulls my hands away from my face. “We'll figure this out. It's only pictures. Worst case, you can say you forgot to hand them over.” I bite my bottom lip nervously, and he raises a brow. “There's more, isn't there?” I nod. “Okay, babe. I’m going to need to know all of it.”

“Promise me that I can trust you,” I say and step closer. My hands go to his chest, and I peer up at him.

“Babe, you mean something to me.”

“Really?” I shouldn’t be surprised. He means more than something to me. I think I'm in love.

“How many times have I cum inside of you? You think I would do that if I wasn't all in?”

“I don't know.” I shrug. “I'm new to sex and relationships.”

“I am too. That should tell you what you need to know.” His response settles me, making me trust in him even more.

“Okay,” I agree before telling him the rest.

Chapter Sixteen

NEIL

“What happened to Simon, it wasn’t exactly self-defense.” Georgia brings her thumb to her mouth and nervously bites the nail.

“Explain it to me,” I say, taking her hand and gently tugging on it before I hold it with both of mine. “I can’t help you in the best way possible unless I know all the details. And once I know, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

“Together.” She nods and swallows hard.

I hold her hands as she recounts the entire event. From everything she saw to what Rhodes and Quinn told her afterwards. She doesn’t spare any details, and she never hesitates like she’s trying to hide anything from me. I’ve gotten good at spotting her little fibs, but I’m not about to tell her what gives it away. I have a feeling she’d try to use it against me in the future.

When she’s finished, she takes the last of the sprinkle donut next to her and crams the whole thing in her mouth at once. Her cheeks puff out, and I laugh at the sight.

“Are you trying to make yourself stop talking?” She nods, and I lean forward and give her a peck on the lips. “I get it. That was a lot to unload, but my grandmother used to tell me that many hands make light work. So let me hold this with you, make your burden less.” I reach forward and trace my thumb over her cheek. “That’s my job, Georgia. I’m here to take care of you.”

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