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“Oh my God, keep doing that,” I moaned.

“I want to fuck you like this until I feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my dick.”

Seth’s hands grabbed my breasts, each one squeezing a nipple, and then I spasmed, my orgasm rocking me to my core. I hadn’t realized how much I missed this—missed him—missed the feel of him.

“Christ, Cat,” he groaned, my pussy clenching his cock like he’d wanted. “Fuck!”

I held on as he pumped into me with vigor until he was groaning his release and we were left sweaty and sated. “I love you,” I said, kissing his lips as we both tried to catch our breaths.

Seth’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me until I was pressed flat against him, his shaft still inside of me. “I love you more and more every day, Kitty Cat.”

23

Seth

We flew back to Miami,and a few days later I left to go back to D.C. I needed to give my two-week notice. I had no other option—no other job to go to, but I didn’t care. My life was now complete with Cat back in it, and I didn’t want to put my job before her again. There would be another position for me to take. I didn’t care. What mattered was being with Cat. Life was too short to have my priorities mixed up. That came full frontal when I almost watched her head get blown off.

“I’ll call you every night before I go to bed,” I said. Cat was in my arms as we stood on the curb at the departure terminal.

“I’m going to miss you.”

I sighed, pulling her closer to me, and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll miss you too, Kitty Cat, but it’s only for two weeks, and then I’m moving in.” We smiled at each other. We hadn’t talked about where I’d live when I did move to Miami, but I wasn’t moving in with Grandma.

“Oh good. You can take out the trash.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, that’s all I’m good for.”

I felt her smile against my T-shirted chest. “I’m sure I can come up with a few more things.”

We hugged for a few more seconds until a security guy eyed me and, without speaking, told us we needed to move Cat’s car.

“I better go catch my flight. I’ll call you when I land.” I took her lips, taking as much as I could to last me two long weeks.

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

I looked into the next cubicle from me and laughed at Gibbs as he sat at his desk. We both had cubicles as desks for when we were actually at the station, but only a half-wall divided us, allowed us to talk which helped when we were on a case. Gibbs and I had only been partners together as detectives for a year. When we were on patrol, we were partners for two years, and then he got promoted to detective. I was promoted when his previous partner retired.

“Miss me?”

“Nah, man. I can do this job without you,” he teased.

“Well, good ‘cause you’re gonna have to.”

He balked. “What does that mean?”

“I gave my notice.”

“What? Why? Transferring to the FBI or what?”

I chuckled. “No. I’m moving to Miami.”

He leaned forward. “This about Cat?” Gibbs knew Cat. He’d met her years ago when we went bowling, and he knew all about what happened when she saw me with his sister.

“So, Joss got married in Vegas.”

“What does that have to do with …” And then as if it all clicked into place. “Cat came to the wedding?”

I nodded. “She did.”