renovated together. They filed taxes separately, the loft space
was owned by a shell trust located in the Caymans, their phones
were encrypted and a redirected number was stored for when they
called or texted the other, that way no one would question why
there were so many calls between the Captain and someone under his
command. They didn’t arrive to work at the same time, didn’t lunch
at the same time, and didn’t leave at the same time. Some days Akia
worked all night at the precinct, and other times Damian had out of
town family matters that he had to address, sometimes taking him an
entire weekend to resolve. He didn’t ask questions of her, and she
didn’t ask them of him; they unconditionally trusted the other,
something that neither had with another before.
“What are you thinking about?” Akia
whispered, effectively pulling Damian from the past and back into
the present.
He kissed her shoulder. “You, but
you already knew that.”
Akia smiled. “Anything specific?”
she pressed.
“I love you.”
“I know,” she sighed. “You
shouldn’t.”
“You say that often,” Damian
pointed out, not offended in the least that she doesn’t say it
back. He doesn’t need to hear the words to know that she feels the
same way. Everyone has a past, and he knew that Akia was no
different, and what caused her to run from her home was bad, so he
never pressed it. He hoped that one day she would trust him enough
to tell him everything, but that wasn’t any day soon he knew. “But
it doesn’t change how I feel.”
Akia groaned and snuggled against
him more, trying to silently tell him to shut up and that she
didn’t want to hear it at the moment.
“Demanding ass woman,” he grumbled
then kissed up the side of her neck.
The ringing of a cell phone pulled
their attention towards the opening leading to their
bedroom.
“Damn it, I’m too comfortable to
get up,” she pouted. “Isn’t it my day off?”
“It is. They’ll leave a message or
call back if it’s important. Did you have plans for the weekend? If
needed I can call your Captain and strong arm him into strong
arming you into taking a well overdue vacation, Lieutenant de
Wolfe.”
Akia chuckled. “You are stubborn,
more so than I am. What are you scheming?”
A smile filled his face. She must
have been exhausted because she very rarely conceded to his
requests without asking a dozen clarifying questions.
“My family owns a small cabin
around Montpelier, Vermont. It’s off the grid, private, romantic,”
he mused the latter, and she chuckled, “and the perfect place to
spend the next four days in bed.”
Her lips twisted into a
contemplative pout. “Sounds tempting. Taking me into the woods
where no one can hear you scream,” she said.
Damian chuckled. “Yes, exactly
that. I’ll even let you bring the handcuffs and riding
crops.”
“Even more tempting,” she
commented.
The cell phone in the other room
beeped, signaling it had a message, before it started ringing
again.
“Damn it,” he grumbled, sliding
Akia forward some, so he could get out of the bath.
“But I was comfortable,” she
pouted, leaning back in the water once he was out of the tub then
watched him walk across the bathroom naked, and admired his firm,
muscular backside as he moved. His smooth, muscular, olive toned
body was perfect, and she knew it better than her own, but every
time she sees it in all of God’s bare glory, it’s like seeing it
for the first time, and it causes an intense arousal that sets her
body ablaze with desire and clouds her mind with lustful
thoughts.
Neither had she minded in the
least.
When Damian walked back into the
bathroom with her cell phone in hand, his complexion was extremely
pale and his eyes wide.
Akia sat up. “What’s wrong?” she
demanded. Never had she seen him like that before.
He opened his mouth more than once,
his eyes going from the caller id to her and back again, but he
wasn’t sure what to say.
She got