Plus, I think I needed a bit of time to grow on my own. I was young, and I know I would have been so wrapped up in him. Hell, I’m already doing it now. I moved in with him the day he asked me to marry him, and I’m already putting my touches everywhere on our home.
I might have covered his home office in pictures of me. It was meant to be a joke, but it blew up in my face. Some of the best times I’ve had with Jack is when we’re teasing each other, but this one did go the way I planned. He loved all the pictures and thought I was being sweet when in reality I was trying to be a smartass.
“Are we going to talk about this stakeout and you still being on active duty?”
“You have no clue if I’m pregnant.” I could be knocked up, but I wouldn’t go on calls if we knew for sure. Plus, it’s not like the streets of Troping are crime-ridden. “It’s been five seconds. No way you already put a baby in me.” Damn, why does that sound hot?
“I’ve never been five seconds.”
“I don’t know; those first few times were close. Not that I can blame you. I mean, look at me.” I wiggle my brows.
“God, I love you.” He grips my chin, turning my head to face him and steal a kiss.
“I could ticket you for that. You can’t just kiss a cop.”
“I’ll do anything I want when it comes to you.”
I smile against his mouth. “I love—” I’m cut off when my phone chimes and I quickly grab it.
“Did Emily just give you personal information on one of our guests?” Jack asks as he reads my screen. He’s one to talk; he’s peeking over at a cop's phone.
“Who’s Emily?” I pretend to not know who he’s talking about.
“Babe.”
“I think he’s the baby daddy.”
“Baby daddy?” he asks, confused.
“Carol’s baby daddy. He lingered outside the dress shop all morning, but it’s not open today. He even peeked in the windows and tried the door. I should go arrest him.”
“Under what grounds?”
“What if I wait for him to come out and then I walk in front of him and fall and scream that he pushed me? Then we arrest him, and the interrogation begins!”
“First off, that's not legal. Second of all, what’s with the we?”
“I wouldn’t really book him,” I say defensively. “Just a pinch of abuse of power. Men do it all the time, so why can’t I?” Jack ignores me.
“Thirdly, you're not flinging yourself on the ground. You’re pregnant.”
“You have no proof of this, and don’t say you know because I taste sweeter. I always taste sweet.” I smirk.
“All right, then let’s go take a closer look at the guy.” He reaches over and grabs the keys out of the ignition and pockets them. “Ticket me,” he says before he gets out of the cruiser and comes around to open my door for me.
Jack is full of crap. He’s not taking me in to get a closer look at anything except the couch or the desk in his office. Not that I’m going to complain. I send Sophie a message to start digging into the name Emily texted me.
When we walk inside, I don’t miss the man lingering at the bar near the entrance. From where he’s sitting, he can see everyone coming and going. He's really keeping an eye out. I’m not sure if I should give Carol a heads-up or not, and I don’t have time to think about it as Jack quickly ushers me into his office.
“Strip,” he orders the second the door is closed behind us. I do as I’m told, knowing the pleasure that awaits.
There’s only one thing better than Christmas morning, and that's the orgasms Jack gives me. Those are like waking up to presents every single day.
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THE END!