“Yes, Ben. I’ll be yours forever,” she sobs, smiling down at me. I stand and slide the ring on her finger. A moan escapes her, and I move my eyes to hers. I understand that look very well. I rub my rough hands over her smooth ones. She gives a little shiver, biting her bottom lip.
I crush my mouth to hers, walking us backward to the office door. Brenda should be going to lunch, so we’re alone. I growl against her lips. “Are you ready to celebrate making me a daddy? Because I am.” I thrust my hips forward, grinding my dick on her center. I’m so damn hard that I have to have her now. From her reaction, she needs it, too.
I carry her over to my desk, shoving the papers onto the floor and sit her onto the wood. I slide up her skirt and push her panties to the side. I don’t have time to strip us both, so I unleash my cock from my pants and in one smooth thrust. I rock into my woman as I kiss her.
“I love you so much, Mira.”
“I love you,” she murmurs, intertwining her hands into my hair, pulling my face to hers. I lower us down to the surface, slowly stroking into her until we come.
I fix my clothes and leave him to work for the day. I can’t believe we just fucked in his office. The man is a menace to my self-respect. And yet I want to do it again. The thrill of almost getting caught made my desire go wild.
My shift starts in a little while, so I drive home to get ready. I don’t want to go. I don’t know if it’s the knowledge that I’m going to be a mom, but I’m not interested in work today. I’ve got a million months to go before this baby comes, and yet since Ben told me he’s thrilled all I want to do is baby plan. I wish I had some female friends to talk about this with.
I arrive at the lab only to be told we’re going to a crime scene. “What’s going on?”
“There’s been a double homicide. We need to get to the scene now.”
I recognize the address, but don’t realize until we arrive that it’s my cousin’s work building.
“Um…do you know who the victims are?” I ask Detective Rodgers who’s standing there talking to a security guard.
“Mira, shit.” He grabs me and pulls me away. “You can’t be here.”
“What?” I say, dropping my forensic case onto the marble floor. A medic who had been on the scene approaches me as a sudden wave of blackness takes over my vision.
“Mira, Mira. Wake up,” a voice says. I shake my head and open my eyes rapidly.
I see Micks standing there, looking down at me with several others. “Sorry about that.”
“No, you weren’t supposed to be here, but by the time we realized who they were you showed up,” Rodgers says, handing me a bottle of water.
“What happened?” I shouldn’t have come in, and now my intuition was correct. I want Ben. I need him. After everything going on, I still couldn’t forget that my aunt Rebecca loved her sons with all her heart. This would have destroyed her.
“It’s a pretty open and shut case. David came in recording their exchange. We have his recording in his pocket. We can’t talk about it here, but I want you to know that David may have been trying to get his brother to confess to something. Please go home and get some rest. Micks will drop you off to get your car. The rest of the team will handle it.”
“I will.” Micks isn’t the best person to take me, but really, he’s the least useful on these type of crime scenes. He’s a “bug” guy. He handles less obvious cases like suicides. He doesn’t try to speak to me. Even though he usually flirts, now is not one of those times. I pick up my car and thank him before, driving back to my apartment. I fall into bed, forgetting that I powered off my phone when I got to work.
I wake up to kisses on my cheek. “Ben,” I moan. “What are you doing here?”
“The detective on our case called telling me he got some news. I called you, but you didn’t answer.”
“I was called to the scene. I didn’t get a chance to see them because my chief pulled me back, but I fainted. They caught me, but once I was okay Micks gave me a ride to my car and I came home.”
“How come you didn’t call me?”
“I really meant to. I just hit the bed and passed out.” I curl up in his arms, letting him protect me from the pain. “What time is it?” I murmur against his chest.