Chapter 36 Dominic
Dominic
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.
Technically, I don’t have time for this.
Technically, Shane is probably already waiting for me at the station.
But, yeah, I only have so much willpower when it comes to a naked Hannah spread out on my bed, role-playing for my enjoyment.
I slide one finger inside her.
“Can you feel any . . .” She pauses, and the faintest moan escapes her lungs. “Any . . . uh . . . weapons, Detective?”
“No, but I think I’m going to have to do a more thorough search,” I answer, and make a point to snag a condom from my nightstand and loudly unbuckle my belt, ripping it out of the loops.
I drop it down onto the bed, right beside her head, and I don’t miss the way her hips wiggle into the mattress.
My zipper is next, and then, I’m pulling my hard cock out of my pants.
I kneel on the bed, between her spread thighs, and grip her hips to lift her ass in the air so she has to rest on her knees.
“Is this going to hurt, Detective?” she asks, as I press the tip of my cock at her entrance.
“No,” I say, quickly sliding the condom on before I start to push myself in. “But it might feel a little strange.”
When I’m all the way inside her, my cock pressed to the hilt and her warm, tight pussy wrapped around me, she moans.
“Should it feel good?” she asks, and I grip her perfect ass in my big hands.
“Does it feel good?”
“Y-yes. It feels good. Really, really good,” she whimpers and starts moving her hips in time with mine. It only makes me go deeper inside her.
“Fuck,” I groan and clench my jaw as my impending climax takes root at the base of my spine, way too damn early. I drop the serious-cop act immediately. “Damnit, Hannah, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to last long, baby. You feel too fucking good,” I say through a half laugh, half groan.
Hannah giggles, but when I stroke my cock in and out of her a few quick times, moans replace her laughs. I reach around her waist and press a finger to her clit, gently massaging the tiny bud in the circular motion I know drives her wild.
Her pussy clenches around me, and it takes an insane amount of willpower not to come on the spot, but I stay strong and hold back my climax until I can feel Hannah’s body go lax beneath mine.
Incoherent moans escape her throat as she lets her head fall into the mattress, and her pussy milks my cock in rhythmic waves.
Only then do I grip her hips and thrust into her with the deep, heavy strokes that push me over the edge.
“Good job, Detective.” That’s the first thing out of her mouth, and giggles follow.
I laugh as I wrap my arms around her, my front pressed against her back, and bury my face into her hair and rain kisses to her neck.
Damn, this woman. She’s so perfect it’s not even funny.
8:05 a.m.
Shane: Where are you?
Me: Running a little late.
Shane: You motherfucker. You’re having a little morning delight, aren’t you? I’m here at work, dealing with the neuroses of our boss, and you’re doing a little rub and tickle.
Me: I plead the fifth.
Shane: You’re such a dick. Also, if you don’t show up with a little something-something from Dunn Coffee, I’m going to make sure the week I decide to use my vacation time is when the only other detective available is Franks.
Detective Bernard Franks is the crankiest old bastard in our unit.
He’s sixty-three and should’ve retired ten years ago.
If you’re ever stuck with him on a case, only two outcomes can occur.
Either you do all the work yourself or you let him act like he’s going to do his share and end up missing important shit you need to solve it.
Me: And by a little something-something, you mean . . . ?
Shane: Do you even know me, man?
Me: Two vanilla cream cheese scones and a large latte, add an extra shot of espresso.
Shane: You’re lucky I love you. Otherwise, I’d break up with you.
Me: Damn, I didn’t even know we were dating.
Shane: Probably explains why you missed our seven-year anniversary last weekend.
I roll my eyes, laugh, and type out a response.
Me: I’m sorry, honey. I’ll make it up to you.
Shane: You better.
I slide my phone into my jacket pocket and pour a cup of coffee into a to-go mug. When I turn around, I find Hannah walking into the kitchen, fully dressed and ready to start her day.
“Let me guess,” she says with a knowing grin. “Shane is already texting you about being late.”
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “Now I have to stop and pick him up some fucking coffee and sweet treats on my way in.”
“Whoops.” She comes over to press a kiss to my lips. “Sorry for making you late.”
When she tries to pull away, I grab her by the hips and pull her in for another kiss. “Have a good day at work today, honey.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure I’ll have a blast.” She pulls back on a snort. “At least I have Monica and Lana, I guess. You know, just chatting it up in our sex cubicles.” Her smile is brittle at best.
“You don’t want to work at Call Me Anytime anymore?” I question and squeeze her hip.
“Dom, I think you and I both know I’ve never wanted to work at Call Me Anytime. The only reason I’m even there is because the money was too good to pass up, and all of the debt I’ve accumulated on the house was too big to avoid.”
I hate that this is Hannah’s situation. This woman has done nothing but live her life with the kind of moral compass and compassion that should be rewarding her rather than punishing her. It’s not fair. It’s not fair at fucking all.
Hannah tilts her head to the side, her gaze searching mine. “It doesn’t make you mad that your girlfriend does phone sex?”
“Baby,” I say and lift my hand to brush a few strands of hair out of her face.
“I’m man enough, trust you enough, and am definitely secure in myself enough to handle the unconventional truths of your job.
” I lean forward to press a kiss to her forehead.
“Plus, no offense, you’re not very good at phone sex. ”
She bursts into laughter and slaps a hand to my chest. “You jerk!”
I laugh and dodge a few more of her playful slaps before pulling her tight to my chest and pressing a smacking kiss to her lips. “Though I can’t deny, the little role-playing you instigated this morning was entertaining—and hot—as fuck.”
“I figured you’d enjoy that.” She winks and makes a show of spinning on her heels, her head held high in the air as she snags her purse from the marble island. “Have a good day at work, Detective. I’ll try not to be too bad.”
I laugh again. But I also can’t stop smiling as I watch her sashay her cute little ass out of my apartment.
As I’m grabbing my coffee and wallet and keys and turning off the lights before I head out the door, I can’t stop myself from thinking about how miserable she looked when she was talking about Call Me Anytime.
She hates that job, but she doesn’t feel like she has any choice.
But maybe, I can give her a choice . . .