Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Damn, me too. I’ll pick up your furniture and deliver it. I’m off shift for the day. I doubt it’ll fit in the squad car. Won’t take me long to head home, switch out vehicles, then get it loaded up. What did you get?” I take a bite of her pizza. I’d usually be a bit pickier, wanting the kind with red sauce, a shit ton of meat, and a healthy dose of garlic crust.
“Pretty bold, don’t you think? Sitting with me in public, offering to help deliver furniture to my place. I’m not sure it’s a good idea, Fletch.” Her lips wrap around her straw, and I already know tonight is going to end with them wrapped around my cock. This time, I’ll come down her throat, and she’ll suck me down, all the way to the back of her throat. I shift in my seat as my length thickens in my jeans. Walking out of here could pose a problem.
“What’s the harm in helping out the Chief’s daughter?” I’m the biggest dick there is, asking her to keep this charade up while going behind my boss’ back.
“I’ll call my dad and let him know. Otherwise, some damn neighbor will be running to their phone.” I shake my head, lips tipping up in a smile. Good ole’ small town living. It never bothered me much before, but now that I’ve got something to lose, it’s not making me feel warm and cozy.
“Alright, will you take payment from me of some kind?”
“Nope, don’t even think about it.” The waitress comes up to our table.
“Can I get y’all anything?” she asks.
“A Coke to go and the check.” There’s no sense in beating around the bush, plus it looks like Delilah has something to say.
“Sure thing. I’ll be right back with both.” I wait until she is gone. The rest of the place isn’t very busy, so when Delilah moves closer, forearms on the table, her full tits on full display from the V of her shirt, I do the only thing there is to do: I move closer.
“Then I guess I’ll have to repay you in the form of orgasms,” she whispers with a rasp, reminiscent of how she says my name when I’m fucking my cock into her tight cunt. There goes us leaving any time soon. The thought of her and orgasms, her mouth on my cock, her riding me until she comes, me tossing her on her back and fucking her into oblivion, it all plays like a reel on repeat in my head. My cock goes from semi to hard like a car goes from zero to sixty in under five damn seconds.
“You’re damn right you will. Figure out whose place we’ll be at tonight, Delilah. I’m not going another night without hearing you moan my name, having a taste of you on my lips, and feeling you come around my cock,” I announce, seeing the waitress making her way back from the corner of my eye. Delilah’s eyes are blazing with need, and she nods her head once before following my lead.
“Tonight,” she mouths. Fuck, yeah, I’m more than ready to wrap this up, pick up whatever the hell she bought, get it set up, and maybe it’ll be big enough for her to lie across while I fuck my woman.
Chapter 9
Delilah
“Holy shit, umm… maybe I should have brought a measuring tape.” I’m standing near my open garage door, watching as Fletcher backs into my driveway. My apartment is more like a condo, and I was lucky a unit became available when it did. Sometimes, my spur-of-the-moment plans backfire on me in the worst way possible. I was down to the wire, the lease on my last apartment was ending soon, and my job trying to kill me off didn’t help either. So, I made a couple of phone calls to line this place up, and once it was secured, I called my parents. Dad about hit the fan when I laid everything out. He is not a man who likes change, especially when it comes to his only daughter. Which is why sneaking around with Fletcher is good and bad. The fallout, when it comes, will be of epic proportions, but it’ll be worth it. You can’t convince me any differently. I do worry about Fletch and what it’ll mean for his job. I’ve done some reading online about the process of firing a deputy sergeant when you’re the chief. It would be hard for my father to do without a very long process involved. That doesn’t mean he couldn’t make his life hell for the duration. Which is why we have to be on the same page, because I know my dad. This won’t be easy for him to digest. He’ll have no problem lashing out, and his tongue can be venom laced.