Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“You’re right. I know you’re right. But ever since that captain sat me down, I’ve made the argument in my head that by following the rules and being the good cop society needs me to be, that makes less room on the force for the bad ones. I’ve told myself for years that all we need is for a couple of us to come forward in unity and that eventually it will happen. Change will happen. But it’s like no one wants to be the first one to turn their back on their teammates. To sell them out.”
I understand what he’s saying, but it’s reasons like this why I believe the justice system is so corrupt and it doesn’t work.
“Though, in saying all this,” Dylan continues, “while I’ve seen cover-ups in the DEA, I’ve never seen any of my team do anything really heinous.”
“Except Walker.”
“Well, yeah, him shooting at me wasn’t my favorite thing about having him for a boss.”
I snort. “Hey, if you want a job, I’m just saying, I’d never shoot at you.”
“But you’d have sex with me. That brings in a whole other issue with the employer slash employee situation.”
“Mm, true. If I had to choose between having sex with you or being your boss, you can stay a DEA agent.”
“Yeah, well, to do that, we actually have to find something we can nail Walker with.”
“Right. Back to work.” I hunch back over my computer screen. “Nail Walker, and then I can nail you.”
“You’ve only got two minutes banked. I don’t know how much nailing that will get you.”
I rub my hands together. “I’m about to fix that right now.”
And hours later, when my eyes are tired and my shoulders are sore from being stuck in the one position the whole time, I’ve only built up another seven minutes, and I have to say I might have been cheating to even get that.
We have a lead to check out Jonathan Rowling’s school, where he hangs out, his friends, and have basically turned the investigation to him, but none of that will help us nab Walker, who’s the one we really need to get.
Dylan disappeared a while ago to make us some food, and I never did get the chance to go buy groceries, so it’ll be interesting to see what he comes up with. There’s not much here apart from some frozen meals and MREs. Usually, when I know I’m heading out here, I’ll pay my cleaners to stock the fridge and cupboard on their next visit, but this was unscheduled.
I push my chair backward and rub my eyes. “Okay, I give up. Come give me a nine-minute blowjob.”
Dylan appears in the doorway, arms across his chest and a smile on his sexy-as-fuck lips. “Nine minutes, huh? Do you want it now or after we eat the gourmet pizza I defrosted and cooked?”
“Aww, you’ve been slaving away in the kitchen, providing us with food and taking care of me. Look at us, already living in domestic bliss.”
“And now it’s fallen to eight minutes.”
“Wait, what? I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Start talking about domestic bliss, I take minutes away.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” I complain.
Dylan loses some of the playfulness as he says, “It’s part of my deal. What we did this morning … we probably shouldn’t have done that.”
“I disagree.”
“Of course you do. My point is we probably shouldn’t hook up, but we’re going to anyway, and I think keeping lines clear is the best way to go about it.”
“Okay, so let’s draw lines.” It’s not what I want, but it’s not like I can force him into being with me.
“I don’t want either of us to think this could be more than what it is,” Dylan says. “We’ve always had this push and pull, and there’s no denying it’s hot when we’re together, but jokes about it being more, about being soul mates—”
“Soul fuck buddies, thank you very much.”
“That’s not what this is.”
I fold my arms and lean back in my seat. “Can I ask what it is, then?”
“Does it need to be labeled?”
“Not labeled, no, but it would be good if I could adjust my expectations.” Because if it were up to me, I’d give him more than just orgasms.
Dylan hesitates. “I want …” He steps closer. “I want to suck your dick for eight minutes without it meaning anything.”
That’s not what I want, but I can’t expect him to suddenly change his mind about me simply because we’ve made each other come.
I reach for my fly, unzipping it slowly and palming my growing erection. “Doesn’t mean anything.”
“It’s stress release. From all the shit I can’t control.”
“I can be that for you.” I don’t need to tell him I can be more. Even if I want to be the one he turns to when he needs help, the one who cares for him, I’m only going to give him what he’s willing to take.