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Dominic
Tuesday, June 4
7:00 a.m.
I wake up to the alarm on my phone, the one I never used to set but lately have had to whenever Hannah stays at my place or I stay at hers.
After two weeks of almost never missing a night of being together, the stark reality has set in that I can’t keep my fucking hands—or mouth or cock—to myself whenever Hannah’s soft little body is anywhere near mine. And my track record on sleep has been shot.
But you won’t find me complaining about it.
Carefully, I shift Hannah’s head from my shoulder. Her eyes are still shut, and her soft but heavy breaths show that she’s still deep in sleep. She hardly stirs as I climb off the mattress, naked as the day I was born, and I pause for a moment to take in the view that is my beautiful girl all sprawled out on my bed, her mouth parted in the most adorable way as cute little snores escape her nose.
She’s a bed hog, that one. And a cover hog too. But damn, she’s also all the perfect things I didn’t even know existed.
Every day I spend with her, I fall harder.
I head into my bathroom and make quick work of a piss and a shower. And after I shut off the water, I dry myself with a towel and brush my teeth. It’s a little after seven in the morning, and generally speaking, I try to be at the station by eight. Hannah, on the other hand, hasn’t been starting her Call Me Anytime shifts until after nine.
As I pass by the bed, on my way to my walk-in closet, I steal a peek at Hannah and find that she’s still sleeping. The fact that she’s managing a little extra shut-eye only makes me feel good. Between her job and her mom and all the responsibilities she carries on a day-to-day basis, sleep is a needed thing. And I’m the bastard who keeps preventing her from getting enough of it because I can’t keep my hands to my fucking self.
Though, if I’m being fair to myself, my girl is quite the minx. There’ve been quite a few occasions when I’ve woken up with her mouth around my cock.
I choose a black suit and crisp white shirt that’s still in the dry-cleaning plastic, and it’s not long before I’m fully dressed. I slip on black socks and dress shoes and slide my badge in place at my hip.
I’m halfway to the bedroom door when I hear a sleepy voice call out to me.
“Excuse me, sir?” Hannah’s cute voice fills my ears. “Are you a detective?”
I turn to find her sitting up on my bed, her legs crossed, her back resting against the headboard, and her gorgeous naked body on display. Her hair is a sexy mess down her shoulders, and her sleepy eyes are curiously staring in my direction.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say and lift my suit jacket to reveal my shiny gold badge. “I’m Detective Dominic Dunn.”
“Oh,” she says, and her mouth turns down at the corners. “Did I do something bad?”
I want to laugh at how fucking adorable she’s being right now, but I give her my best serious-cop face instead. “Actually, I’m here because I got a disturbance call. Something about you being up to no good,” I answer and put my hands on my hips.
“Me?” She feigns a little gasp. “Oh no.”
“Ma’am, this is a serious matter,” I chastise with words I know she remembers from that very first call I made to her.
“Don’t worry,” she breathes out in the sexiest voice imaginable. “I’m such a serious, serious girl, Detective, ready and waiting for you to tell me what else you want me to do.”
“Do you have any weapons on you?”
She frowns. “I don’t know, Detective. I can’t remember.”
“You can’t remember?” I question and step toward the bed. “I’m going to need you to lie on your belly, then. Hands behind your back. I need to search you.”
“Oh no,” she says, and it’s so fucking fake that it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard at the same time. “Okay ...” She rolls onto her belly, hands behind her back and legs spread so wide I can see her pink pussy glisten in the sunlight coming in my window.
“This will only take a few minutes,” I tell her, stepping forward to slowly run my hand up her leg. Her hips fidget on the bed, and I place both of my hands on her ass, squeezing gently. “Please cooperate.”
“Yes, Detective.”
I move my hands back to her thighs, sliding up them gently until I take a detour and move my fingers right to her pussy. She’s wet—fucking soaked—and my cock grows hard in my pants.
