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“Ahhhhh, damn.”
“That’s it; work all the details.”
And she did. She swiveled and swirled and bounced and shook all over his length. She loved it when he talked to her like he did when they were out working a case. But here, right now, all that mattered now was him working her case.
His palms gripped her ass tightly as she began to slam down onto him, using the strength of her thighs to push up and down as she watched him grimace to hold onto control. But she was working the hell out of him, so much so that when she felt him swelling inside of her, her body reacted and set off a set of spasms. One rolling into the next until she was shouting.
“Fuck, I’m cumming, Papi!”
He held her tightly against his chest as they both began to breathe evenly. As much as she wished she could have stayed there, she had to get up. One, because she had to work; and two, because she had fallen in love with him and didn’t know what to do about it. Staying would only make it more complicated than it already was.
As she pulled away and gathered the sheet to cover herself, Kirk sat up in bed.
“I’ve seen all of that pretty ass, detective. You might as well let me watch it shake on the way to the shower.”
Laughing, Bautista dropped the sheet and moved into his bathroom to shower. She made quick work of washing, rinsing off the lather, drying off, and then dressing in a total of fifteen minutes, and she was out of there.
“I love your style. No waiting for you to get dressed.”
“Well considering I gotta go home to put on some fresh clothes, I didn’t think taking all the time in the world in the shower made sense.”
“Is that a hint?”
Bautista stood in the doorway. “What do you mean?” she asked innocently, even though it was a hint and not a very subtle one. She didn’t want to move in, not really. Not unless he wants me too. Bautista thought since they slept at his place all the time, that leaving clothes there made sense.
Kirk looked at his sexy-ass partner.
She was smiling and so was he.
He had really begun to like her and more than a little bit.
Maybe you should leave something here, he thought of saying but quickly decided not to. “Must be nothing then,” he said and got out of bed. He still wasn’t ready for that.
Bautista pecked him on the cheek. “I’ll see you later.”
And it wasn’t much later when she was in her car and on her way home to change that Bautista’s mind shifted from thoughts of love and moving in, to the conversation she’d listened to and what she saw the night before. If the woman had really got where she said that she was, and based on the conversation, she was, this could put her one step closer to Rain Robinson.
When Bautista arrived home, she changed into a clean outfit and headed back out to the precinct, arriving at her desk thirty minutes later. It was about fifteen minutes after that when Kirk arrived, and sat down across from his partner.
“Good morning, detective.” Kirk said to her for the second time that morning.
“Good morning.” Bautista leaned forward. “I liked your first good morning better,” she whispered.
“You usually do.” Kirk said and took a sip of his coffee.
“I do.” Bautista paused for a second or two and looked at Kirk and wondered if this was finally the time to tell him. She scanned the room before leaning forward. “I got something that I need to tell you about,” Bautista said in a voice barely above a whisper.
“What’s that?”
“I’ve been working a case on my own and off-book.”
Kirk said nothing at first, he just sipped his coffee. Then he looked around before leaning forward. “I know.”
“You know?”
“Of course I know. I know everything about you.”
“You do, huh?” Bautista said smiling.