Chapter 2

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I quite Liked her making herself at home.

This time, she was wrapping presents on the floor with the phone held in between her ear and her shoulder.

"No, he hasn't invited me to Christmas dinner yet," she teased, making a face at me.

My mother. Again. They'd been quite chummy lately. Yay...not.

I shook my head and started stripping out of my shirt, shoes, socks, pants, and underwear before heading to the shower to wash the day off my skin.

She followed me, watching my progress as she continued to speak to my mother, which was incredibly unnerving to think about.

"I'm invited, you say? I'll come as long as there's an apple pie," she quipped.

"And pumpkin!" I yelled just before turning the shower on.

She watched me step in, and I watched her watch me.

"Alright, well I'll see you Christmas Day. I know, thanks for calling. Sure. Bye," She said quickly.

She placed her cell phone down on the bathroom counter before hopping up.

"Where were you?" She asked.

There was no worry in her tone, just curiosity.

I quickly explained what the chief had told me, and I watched her face take on a hint of sadness.

"That's awful," she said, hands worrying the hem of her shirt.

I nodded. It was.

"But I don't understand why they had to call you in to tell you that. Couldn't they have just said that over the phone?" She asked.

I shook my head. "The Chief wanted to warn us that there was going to be an investigation into the op, and if we could've done anything different. They're waiting on an autopsy report to find cause of death before they do anything drastic, though."

Her eyebrows raised, and her eyes tracked my hand as I took the bar of soap and started running it over my body.

I started under my arms, and by the time I made it down to my lower stomach, she was squirming on the counter.

I liked what I saw, which in turn only made her squirm all the harder as I soaped up my rock hard erection.

The soap made my hand slippery, reducing the friction of my rough palm on my sensitive dick.

She licked her lips as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.

"You play dirty," she accused.

I smiled. "Only way to play, baby."

Chapter 20

That's what.

-She

Piers

My eyes snapped open revealing the blue screen that signaled the end of the movie.

Frozen, for the third time in one day, was not fun.

What was also not fun was waking up to a knock on your front door on Christmas Eve at ten o'clock at night.

I eased myself out from under the pile of women and children who'd made my chest their pillow and walked to the front door, picking my Glock up from the hallway's top shelf as I went.

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