Undercover Badge 2; Girl With A gun (Badass with a badge ) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

***CHAPTER 24***

Come on, guys! I'm seriously not feeling the love here! Please comment, I'm begging!

Btw; guys, think about her necklace... seriously, why has no one picked it up!?

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RECAP;

We'd been on the road for three days. We were traveling to south California for a well deserved break. Hence my jeep, the luggage, and the three of us. Dimitri was dealing with something to help some friends of his down in Mexico, so he couldn't come.

I looked up at the amazing blue Cali sky, away from Amy lounging across the backseat like some kind of supermodel at a photo shoot. It'd been a long time since I'd been back here. "Yea!" I cried, as I saw the pier came up. "Aims, you got Dimitri's boat, right?"

Taking my drink in my right hand, I sat down on the couch next to James, crossing my legs, and letting my left hand rest on his right thigh. His right arm was out across the back of the couch on my side. I settled my back into the plush leather and look a sip, licking my lip when I was done. A bass beat I was unfamiliar with was pounding beneath my feet and I could feel the beat in my chest.

"How's your latest job?" Carl asked me from where he stood, whisky in hand, grinning. "Quite well. We found a new angle, and we're taking it." I said, smiling.

"Good." My brother toasted me with his drink. "I'm going to check out some things, will you guys be all right? Danny is Bartending if you need her." he said, smiling before turning and walking away. As soon s his back was turned, James was kissing my throat, his tongue teasing my skin. "Damn it. You look so sexy." he breathed across my skin, rising Goosebumps. I smiled, glad he approved.

"Lets dance?" I asked, grinning. "Sure." he replied, standing up and pulling me out. I placed my drink on the table before following him to the dance floor.

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***CHAPTER 24***

"Oh, God." I moaned.

I had just woken up, and I hadn't even opened my eyes yet but damn, I was comfortable. I stretched out, my naked body arching across the bed. "Egyptian cotton," I moaned. I stretched higher, my feet finding he faux fur quilt at the bottom. "Faux fur,-" I moaned again.

I rolled over, feeling my body mould into a strong, perfectly muscled, naked, male specimen. "- and James." I moaned.

"What about me, faux fur, and Egyptian cotton?" James mumbled tiredly from below me, wrapping his arms around my waist and turning us so we spooned on the bed. "It's the life." I purred, snuggling backwards.

"Hmm, oh hell yea." he growled playfully, his voice still thick with sleep. "Where's Amy?" I asked, my eyes still closed.

"Don't know." his words ended with a yawn.

"And?"

"Don't care."

"Didn't think so."

I closed my eyes and tried to sink deeper into the bed, trying to let my aching bones and sore muscled detach. I was sore from the work out James put me through after hours last night. It felt nice to just lie there, with warm skin on mine.

"YO!! PRINCESS!" I heard a yell. I groaned. Ugh, there's no rest for the dead. "CARL, WHAAAAT!?" I yelled back in my most royally pissed off voice.

James made a grumbling noise and I caught the words "Sleep.... Tired... Mc Donalds... Panda... Machete.... Kat... Sleep... baby.... Pillow-" and then he stuffed a pillow down over his face. I almost chuckled if it wasn't for my high level of pissed-off-ness.