CHAPTER 9
Bailey
The ringing coming from my pants pocket has me tempted to snap my phone in half. I pull it out and glance down at the screen. It’s work.
Motherfucker.
I answer, my gaze pinned on Palmer. Her big, gray eyes are wide, watching, waiting to see what I’m going to do next.
“Yeah.” My voice is raspy, so I clear my throat and try again. “This is Diaz.”
“Hey, bro.” Phillips’s voice comes through the speaker. “Sargeant Rose says we need you to head back in to help close out some paperwork.”
I groan and check my watch. “It’s almost 1700, man. Can’t it wait until Monday?”
Palmer’s chest heaves, and the way she’s squirming on the counter, squeezing her legs together, tells me she’s just as wet as I am hard.
Please say it can wait. I’ve already started making plans about checking off Palmer’s wish list, starting right here on her kitchen counter. Leaving to go back to work doesn’t fit in well with those plans.
“That’s what I asked. She said that normally it could, but she needs you to finish this up today.”
Fuck.
“Okay. Yeah, give me a bit, and I’ll be there.”
I hang up and look at Palmer, doing my best to hide my frustration. It’s not her fault, and she doesn’t need to see that.
That’s only partially true. It is very much her fault that I don’t want to leave.
“I have to head back into the office to help finish up some paperwork.”
It’s impossible to miss the disappointment in her voice and face (if she’s trying to hide it, she does a piss poor job), but she recovers quickly.
“Oh. Okay. No worries!” Palmer hops off the counter, a friendly smile plastered on her face. “Thanks again for all your help. You’re welcome to come by and play with Mouse any time.”
Palmer turns and walks in front of me toward the front door, Mouse hot on her heels.
She stops in the dining room to grab my top then turns to hand it to me.
Between her jerky movements and my own made sluggish by the lack of blood making its way to my brain, the top misses my fingers and drops to the floor.
“Oh, shit,” she says, bending to grab it off the ground.
All I can think about is tangling my hand in her hair and thrusting my cock into that perfect mouth of hers until her eyes water and she uses that pretty voice of hers to beg me to fuck her in between thrusts.
She must know what I’m thinking, because Palmer rises slowly, dragging her eyes up my body from my boots to my eyes. Stepping closer, she closes the distance between us until we are less than a foot apart. Her lips form a lopsided smirk as her gaze flicks between my eyes and lips.
“Here you go,” she murmurs.
She’s trying to play chicken. She thinks she’s going to win this little game. What she doesn’t know is I don’t back down and I don’t swerve.
I don’t lose.
Sliding my arms into the long sleeves, I step even closer and begin buttoning my shirt without taking my eyes from hers. “Thanks.”
The back of my hand lightly grazes her breast, a deliberate move on my part. Palmer’s eyes widen, and her lips part, drawing a quick breath. I have to give her credit, because even though her body betrays what she really wants, she doesn’t move.
Fuck, I want to kiss her.
I want to do so much more than just kiss her.
Instead, I lean slowly toward her and watch her eyes begin to flutter closed. At the last moment, I change course to her ear and say huskily, “Let me know if you need anything.”
She draws a ragged breath, cooling the air against my own ear, and it’s everything I can do not to plant my lips along her jaw and suck just to hear that sound again.
“Mm-hm,” she says, her voice shaky.
I take a step back and shoot her an innocent smile, enjoying the flush creeping up her cheeks. “I had fun today.”
She seems to suddenly remember what we’re doing and says, “Yeah, me, too. You’re free to come play with the dog anytime.”
“You said that already,” I tease.
The red in her cheeks darkens, enveloping her face in its entirety. “Oh, yeah. Well, you know, you are.”
“I would hope so.”
She rolls her eyes and flips me off, then walks away, annoyed and impatient. Meanwhile, all I can think about is sucking on that finger while watching her eyes go glassy.
As we get to the front door, I pull it open. “See you later, Palmer.”
She moves to grab the door from behind me and gestures to usher me toward the street. “See ya. Thanks again, Bailey.”
Fuck, the sound of my name coming out of her mouth makes my erection nearly painful. I can only imagine what hearing her moan it would do.
I step back and give her a little wave before turning and manually making myself walk to my truck, get in, and back out of her drive, all the while feeling her gaze follow me.
I sneak one last glance out the side window as I shift it into drive.
She’s leaning against the doorframe, a knowing smile on her face.
Taking a mental picture, I know that’s the image I’m going to jack off to later.
“Later” turns out to be two minutes into my drive down the highway, her smile branded on my brain and the memory of her ragged breathing against my ear the soundtrack to my climax.