Holly slowly stretched, wincing slightly at the aching pain of her overworked muscles and opened one eye, finding herself in a semi-lit room and alone in the middle of a king-sized bed. She pulled the blankets up over her head as she snuggled down deeper into the warmth of the bedding, her head sinking down into the softness of the pillow. She'd never had a more wonderful night's sleep in a long time, and she knew it have everything to do with the welcome soreness and dried semen she felt between her legs and the unsociable man that she was only slightly hesitant to keep company with last night. She had never done something so impulsive, so reckless in her life, but there was just something about him and she found herself throwing caution to the wind and she didn't regret it for one second. Her only regret was that she hadn't awakened in his arms, but she knew she had fallen asleep against his chest with his strong arms wrapped around her, holding her tight.
She heard her phone buzz, and she threw off the blankets, rolling over and reaching for her phone where he had left it for her on the nightstand, picking it up and looking at the notification. She grumbled. It was a message from her mother, and she knew that if she didn't answer it, her phone would be ringing in ten minutes. She rolled over onto her back and opened the message, reading it. Nothing like a mother's concern to dampen your blissful mood. The power was out all over the county from the snow, and she wanted to know if she was okay, if she had even made it home safely last night. She texted her mother back, letting her know she was perfectly safe and, telling her a little white lie, was staying with a friend and there was no way she was going to make it home for dinner. Not that she expected her parents to track her down, no one was going to be out driving any time soon.
Holly heard Gabe's heavy footsteps and then the squeak of the door hinges as he pushed the door open with his foot, and she sat her phone down on the nightstand, looking up as he came into the bedroom carrying a wooden bed tray. He had on a pair of soft, faded jeans that sat dangerously low on his hips, the waist button undone and an unbuttoned blue plaid flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his feet bare. She sat up in bed, scooting back against the headboard as the blankets fell to her waist, exposing her bare breasts to the warmth of the room and the heat of his gaze. She didn't bother pulling up the blankets, she was more interested in what he was carrying, her eyes focused on the food as he got closer. "What's this," she said, totally taken aback by his thoughtfulness as he set the legs of the bed tray down across her lap. Breakfast in bed was the last thing she ever expected from him.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Gabe said, pressing a kiss to the top of her tousled curls as he sat the tray down across her legs, gazing down at her. Her hair was a wild mess around her shoulders and her pale skin clearly displayed the marks left behind on her neck and her breasts from his fervid kisses. He caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers, tipped her head back with a crooked finger under her chin and bent his head, giving her a long, slow, deep kiss that had her moaning against his mouth and her fingers sliding into his hair.
He broke the kiss only to give her another one, his tongue sliding hotly along hers, savoring the taste of her as he brought his hand up, softly caressing the side of her bare breast, his thumb sliding back and forth over her nipple until it hardened into a tight nub of flesh, tugging it with this thumb and forefinger. He didn't think he would ever tire of kissing her. He finally lifted his lips from hers and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Happy birthday, baby," he whispered.
She kissed him back, moaning, tasting coffee on his tongue, her nails lightly grazing the side of his neck when he broke the kiss, lifting his mouth from hers. She slowly licked her lips, savoring his kiss. "How'd you-- Never mind," she said, stopping mid-sentence, briefly forgetting that his job gave him the ability to run a thorough background check on her. She could care less about that at the moment, she was hungry. She looked down at the tray he had placed across her lap, loaded down with a huge array of food he had prepared for her that she couldn't possibly eat.
Three pieces of French toast cooked to perfection and dusted with cinnamon and powdered sugar, several strips of bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs. A bowl of yogurt with a mix of fresh berries and a healthy sprinkle of granola, a glass of cranberry juice and his morning coffee. He had even remembered syrup on the side. Everything was perfect. He was perfect. She poured the warm syrup all over her toast, eggs and bacon and picked up the knife and fork, cutting into her toast and taking a bite, a satisfied moan escaping her pursed lips as she slowly chewed. "Thank you. It's delicious."
"The same way I know you don't have any wants or warrants," he said, climbing onto the bed beside her. He leaned closer to her and picked up his mug of coffee, stole a slice of syrup covered bacon and another kiss. "You're welcome." He sat back against the headboard, crossing his legs at the ankle and chewing on the bacon, watching as she thoroughly enjoyed her breakfast bite after bite. He probably shouldn't have run her tags a second time when he was at the station, but curiosity got the best of him and that was how he found out about her birthday, amongst other things. She was going to be a handful, but he was up for the challenge. He tsked his tongue at her, shaking his head as he raised his mug of coffee to his lips. "But a speeding citation, Holly? What were you doing driving one-oh-five on the interstate?"
Holly picked up a slice of bacon and bit into it, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. She never expected to get the ticket, she was just trying to get to the exit on the interstate as fast as she could after her not-so-minor confrontation with another driver, not even paying attention to the speedometer or the state trooper that had been sitting between the north and south lanes. And now it was on her driving record. "Qualifying," she said, matter-of-factly.
Gabe choked on his coffee. "Shit," he swore, as he held onto the mug with one hand and used the tail of his shirt to wipe the spray of hot coffee from his chest with the other. In all of his years as a police officer, he had never heard that excuse during a traffic stop and he had heard a lot of excuses to justify high rates of speed. But she hadn't just been speeding, she was racing on the interstate, which made it much, much worse. She was lucky she only got a moving violation.
Holly laughed, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. It wasn't her proudest moment, but she did what she did. "My dad never did let me borrow the Camaro again after that," she said, stabbing at the last of her eggs with her fork. She looked over at him, trying not to laugh even more as he cleaned his chest with his shirt. She had never told her parents the truth about the ticket, but she found herself confessing to him. "What was I supposed to do? The guy in the Mustang winked at me. He practically called me a girl. A girl who kicked his ass." She finished the last of her toast and bacon and picked up the bowl of yogurt, mixing everything together with a spoon. She scooped up some and slipped it into her mouth, savoring the flavors as she slowly ate it. "Actually, he hit the gravel on the side of the road and spun out. I was out of there and the state trooper got me." She looked over at him as she slowly and very deliberately, slid the spoon out of her mouth, her tongue sliding along the dip as she licked up the last of the fruity mixture. "What?" she asked when she saw the look on his face. "I like yogurt."
Gabe didn't say a thing. He felt that all too familiar stirring in his loins at the mere thought of her tongue sliding along his cock. He had never seen someone eat yogurt so erotically before, either that or he was still sex-deprived, and she had yet to satiate that hunger inside him. He sat his empty mug down on the tray, plucked the spoon from her grasp and lifted the tray from her lap, twisting to set it down on the nightstand. He turned back over to her and reached out, cupping the side of her face in his hand, his thumb caressing her cheekbone. He looked down into those green eyes that had him questioning his sanity and morals. "If I would have caught you, you would've been in cuffs in the back of my patrol vehicle," he said, his voice dangerously low and gravelly.
He slowly drew the pad of his thumb over the fullness of her bottom lip, feeling rather than hearing the sudden hitch in her breathing. He gave her a long, slow kiss that had her moaning and arching against him, plumping her bare breasts against his chest. He lifted his mouth from hers, a smirk turning up the corner of his. "And
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