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Authors: Tere Michaels
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cop who had a few with dinner, and if I got stopped, my career is fucked.” Jim gave him a withering, tough-guy look that Griffin found vaguely hot.
“Got it.” Griffin did a “lock the lips and throw away the key” motion, which earned him an equally hot eye roll.
They drove in silence, listening to the low murmur of an all-news radio station and the occasional horn honk of someone who didn't appreciate Jim's overly cautious style of driving.
When Griffin saw the little market on the corner, a thought rose up that both embarrassed and entertained him.
“Can we stop?” He pointed out the market. Jim looked surprised.
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“Okay, but, uh, if you need anything, I probably have it.” God, was he blushing?
“I'm positive you don't have what I'm going to pick up.”
“Now I'm scared…”
But Jim pulled over anyway, and Griffin jumped out of the truck.
* * * * *
Five minutes later he was back with a small bag, the contents of which he refused to show Jim. This might backfire, but…but it felt right in a strange way. He was going with his gut at the moment and praying for the best.
“I'm only around the block,” Jim said.
“Perfect timing, then.”
Jim eased the giant pickup down a side street and into a wide parking spot. When the truck was shut off, the lights out, Griffin leaned over the cab and slid his hand behind Jim's neck.
“You wanna neck in the truck?” Jim asked lightly—questioning yet not resisting at all.
“Nah, just want to make sure you're still into this.” Jim didn't answer, he just closed his eyes and opened his mouth, and Griffin thought maybe making out in the cab was a great idea.
It didn't get that far; a few pumps of mutual tongues, some teeth on Jim's bottom lip, and he pulled away with a mumble about getting upstairs.
Griffin followed with his backpack and his grocery bag and his renewed hard-on and eyes glued to Jim's back. They entered the corner building, which resembled a factory, but once inside, Griffin could see the amazing interiors.
“Art deco? Wow. You'd never guess from outside,” he murmured, taking in the sharp artwork and mirrors. The elevator opened with a twist of Jim's key.
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That admission caught Griffin's attention and he smiled, pleased that Jim had shared it.
“How long have you been here?”
“Since I got out of the army.” They stepped into the elevator, and Jim pressed the top number—eleven. “Almost fifteen years. Started as a renter, lived through the renovations, bought it about ten years ago.” The doors opened smoothly, and Jim gestured Griffin into the darkened loft. “Home sweet home.”
Griffin stepped out.
There was an echo.
“Should I be nervous?” Griffin asked as the light switched on. Okay, a relief—no torture chamber, just very little furniture and very high ceilings.
“Only if you fear cleanliness.” Jim stripped off his jacket and moved into the small kitchen area to the left.
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Chapter Nine
Cleanliness was an understatement; Griffin wouldn't have been surprised if you could actually perform surgery on the polished wood floor or clutter-free counter space.
He pulled off his coat and hung it neatly on the coatrack, left his bag on the floor out of the way. The cavernous space felt cool and put a kibosh on Griffin's moves for the moment. He was curious to know more of Detective Jim Shea, who lived in a sterile loft decorated by IKEA.
Jim poured them drinks; Griffin could hear the ice clinking into glasses.
He walked through the tidy living room, eyes on the lookout for pictures or trophies, mementos. Those Officer of the Year plaques, maybe. Maybe a magazine or book or selection of questionable DVDs about hot male nurses.
But nothing, not a single thing. If this were a set, it wouldn't tell anything about the person who lived here. Except that he managed to keep the place dusted at a
“Got it.” Griffin did a “lock the lips and throw away the key” motion, which earned him an equally hot eye roll.
They drove in silence, listening to the low murmur of an all-news radio station and the occasional horn honk of someone who didn't appreciate Jim's overly cautious style of driving.
When Griffin saw the little market on the corner, a thought rose up that both embarrassed and entertained him.
“Can we stop?” He pointed out the market. Jim looked surprised.
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“Okay, but, uh, if you need anything, I probably have it.” God, was he blushing?
“I'm positive you don't have what I'm going to pick up.”
“Now I'm scared…”
But Jim pulled over anyway, and Griffin jumped out of the truck.
* * * * *
Five minutes later he was back with a small bag, the contents of which he refused to show Jim. This might backfire, but…but it felt right in a strange way. He was going with his gut at the moment and praying for the best.
“I'm only around the block,” Jim said.
“Perfect timing, then.”
Jim eased the giant pickup down a side street and into a wide parking spot. When the truck was shut off, the lights out, Griffin leaned over the cab and slid his hand behind Jim's neck.
“You wanna neck in the truck?” Jim asked lightly—questioning yet not resisting at all.
“Nah, just want to make sure you're still into this.” Jim didn't answer, he just closed his eyes and opened his mouth, and Griffin thought maybe making out in the cab was a great idea.
It didn't get that far; a few pumps of mutual tongues, some teeth on Jim's bottom lip, and he pulled away with a mumble about getting upstairs.
Griffin followed with his backpack and his grocery bag and his renewed hard-on and eyes glued to Jim's back. They entered the corner building, which resembled a factory, but once inside, Griffin could see the amazing interiors.
“Art deco? Wow. You'd never guess from outside,” he murmured, taking in the sharp artwork and mirrors. The elevator opened with a twist of Jim's key.
“It's like a pleasant surprise every time I come home.” 56
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That admission caught Griffin's attention and he smiled, pleased that Jim had shared it.
“How long have you been here?”
“Since I got out of the army.” They stepped into the elevator, and Jim pressed the top number—eleven. “Almost fifteen years. Started as a renter, lived through the renovations, bought it about ten years ago.” The doors opened smoothly, and Jim gestured Griffin into the darkened loft. “Home sweet home.”
Griffin stepped out.
There was an echo.
“Should I be nervous?” Griffin asked as the light switched on. Okay, a relief—no torture chamber, just very little furniture and very high ceilings.
“Only if you fear cleanliness.” Jim stripped off his jacket and moved into the small kitchen area to the left.
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Chapter Nine
Cleanliness was an understatement; Griffin wouldn't have been surprised if you could actually perform surgery on the polished wood floor or clutter-free counter space.
He pulled off his coat and hung it neatly on the coatrack, left his bag on the floor out of the way. The cavernous space felt cool and put a kibosh on Griffin's moves for the moment. He was curious to know more of Detective Jim Shea, who lived in a sterile loft decorated by IKEA.
Jim poured them drinks; Griffin could hear the ice clinking into glasses.
He walked through the tidy living room, eyes on the lookout for pictures or trophies, mementos. Those Officer of the Year plaques, maybe. Maybe a magazine or book or selection of questionable DVDs about hot male nurses.
But nothing, not a single thing. If this were a set, it wouldn't tell anything about the person who lived here. Except that he managed to keep the place dusted at a
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