Page 65 of Cuffed (Everyday Heroes 1)
“That’s a good word.” I let the word roll over my tongue and gladly own it.
“It is, and it suits you to a T.”
“I may have played them a little bit.” I chuckle.
“Oh really?” he murmurs. “I wouldn’t know anything about that.”
And there’s something in the way that Grant makes the statement that catches my ear and puts my mind into overdrive. “What’s the supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Break’s over. I have to get back to work. Bye, Emerson.”
“You want to explain why you’re in such a good mood?” Nate asks.
I glance his way and then look back to my computer with Emerson front and center on my mind. “No reason. I’m always in a good mood.”
“Bullshit.” He snorts. “You got some action, didn’t you?”
“Are you telling me I’m only in a good mood when I get laid?” I can see other guys tune in to our conversation.
“No, but it does help.”
“True . . .” I muse as I request another cold case file from the archives to help Chief Ramos keep his promise to the public that the Sunnyville Police Department never backs down on crime, old or new. It doesn’t hurt that it looks good for the promotion plus that patio cover I’ve been itching to build.
“So?” he asks in a verbal nudge.
“So, nothing.” Much to his annoyance, I blow him off. None of the guys in the place need to know about my personal life more than they already do.
But that doesn’t stop me from mentally reliving every single moment spent with Emerson. Every kiss. Each lick. All the moans. The groans. The orgasms. And every damn thing in between.
I shift in my chair, knowing I need to stop thinking about her or I’m going to be sporting wood.
But as I ignore the bullshit puppy-dog eyes from Nate and focus on calling up more cold case files from the archives, all I think about is Emerson. How sex with her was a mixture of familiarity and new and unforgettable all at the same time. Her rules she needs so she feels like she’s in control but that I know I’ll peel away one by one until it’s just her and me and nothing between us.
And to add the cherry to the sundae that is most definitely her, she put my brothers in their damn place.
The woman is a force to be reckoned with and hell if I’m not sitting in the middle of her windstorm and waiting to be hit with everything she has.
“Malone.”
“Yep.” I look up to where Dyson is standing at the front of the squad room.
“Chief Ramos needs to see you.”
I throw a glance to Nate, curious as to why he’s asking for only me and not the two of us. He shrugs as I stand, make my way down the hall, and rap on the glass door. “What do you need, Chief?”
Chief Ramos lifts his eyes from the open file on his desk and motions for me to come in. “Shut the door, Malone.” Uh-oh. “Take a seat.”
“Sure.” I sit in the chair across from him and wait for those dark eyes of his to study me. Nothing says a dress down is coming like the Ramos stare.
“How is the studying going for your exam?
“Good,” I say with caution. “Most of the stuff is second nature, but I’m reviewing it anyway.”
“Do you have a test date yet?” he asks, glancing at his wall calendar before settling the intensity in his eyes back on me.
“End of the month,” I reply. Twenty-two days. It should be more than enough time for me to spit shine my knowledge and ace the test.
“I’m sure your dad told you the test is the easy part, right?”
