Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Dmitri was in the kitchen. He had changed into a fresh black t-shirt and khaki shorts, and was chopping something at the counter. When I came into the room he turned to me with a big smile and said, “Dear God. Did you drive across town like that?” He was holding a big chef’s knife and used it to point out my state of undress.
I looked down at myself and saw that I was naked, except for the towel wrapped around my waist. “Oh. Yeah. I guess I did.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” he murmured, leaning back against the counter and running his eyes up and down my body appreciatively.
“Dmitri, I need to tell you something.”
“Ok. Go ahead.”
I braced myself – for what I didn’t know – and blurted, “I’m a cop.”
He stared at me for a long moment, eyes wide. It felt like time and the universe was frozen, holding its breath. Everything hung in the balance.
In the next instant he’d tossed the knife onto the counter behind him, and crossed the room to me in several long, quick strides. He grabbed hold of me, and I didn’t resist. Whatever he was going to do, I just surrendered to it. He swung me around in a move that displayed shocking strength, and brought me to the floor where I landed on my back, but not hard, and he landed on top of me.
And then he was kissing me – kissing me! – wildly, passionately, his tongue in my mouth as he reached down and pulled the towel off my hips. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, returning his kiss with equal passion, trying to get as close to him as I possibly could.
When he freed my mouth, moving to my ear and sucking my earlobe, I managed between gasps, “This isn’t the reaction I was expecting.”
“No?” he whispered, licking my ear – which was surprisingly erotic. “What reaction were you expecting?” He thrust his hips, rubbing his cock against mine through his shorts.
“Hating me, breaking up with me – more that. Less dry-humping,” I grinned as I ran my hands down his back and cupped his ass.
“Come on,” he said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” He jumped off me and gave me his hand, then tugged me to my feet.
As we quickly climbed the stairs, Dmitri pulling me along with my hand in his, I asked him, “Are you really not mad about this?”
“Do I seem mad?” He shot me a brilliant smile over his shoulder.
“No. But you should be. I lied to you.”
“Not so much lied as omitted.” We’d reached the bedroom now, and he pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He kissed me again and then murmured, “How do you want it for our first time? Me inside you? Or you inside me?” And then he ran a trail of kisses down my neck.
“You in me.” Then my brain caught up with the rest of me and I stammered, “Wait, what?”
He sat up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, and tossed it away from us. “You heard me,” he said before diving back down to my neck and running his tongue up to my earlobe.
“You’re going to fuck me? Why?” I asked incredulously.
“Why? Isn’t that obvious?”
“Noooo. Not obvious.”
“I want you. You want me. There: obvious.”
I rolled over so I was on top of him, straddling him as I sat up and bracing myself with my hands on his shoulders. “Please explain to me why you’re suddenly willing to have sex with me, when not an hour ago you were telling me we had to wait.”
He relaxed under me and flashed a stunning smile. “We weren’t ready before. Now we are.”
“Why? Because you now know I’m a cop? That makes zero sense.”
“Baby, I’ve always known you’re a cop,” he told me, tucking his hands under his head, still smiling.
“What? No you didn’t. Did you?” I stammered as I stared at him. He nodded, and I asked, “How did you know?”
“Your i.d. was scanned when you came into the VIP lounge. Remember? And when your name was automatically checked against my database, it came up right away that you worked for the SFPD. That sent an alert to my phone.”
“No wonder you remembered my name. But if you knew, why didn’t you say something? And why did you pursue me when I left the club that night? Why didn’t you just let me go?”
“I didn’t say anything because I wanted you to tell me yourself. I wanted to know you trusted me enough to tell me the truth. Frankly, I thought it’d take you weeks. I’m so happy that you opened up to me so quickly.” He pulled me down to him and kissed me gently. “And the reason I pursued you is because I’ve never in my life wanted anything as much as I want you.”