It was the seventh time in two weeks that she slipped out in the middle of the night. Sometimes I wasn't sure if our encounters were real or just an apparition of my mind. She called a cab while sitting on the toilet in the bathroom. I could hear her. I pretended to sleep. I took a deep breath and cleared my mind. I knew that she'd be back. It was also the seventh time that we had slept together. Fucked like animals. She was always wasted; we both drank too much. Her kisses heat and wine. She left smelling of sex. Her make-up smeared. Her tight dress wrinkled. Once she left a Dolce & Gabbana thong on my floor that I had tossed aside. I smelled her scent reminding me of the nights events; the head board banging against the brick wall so loud the upstairs neighbors started banging on the ceiling. We started laughing when we heard the noise hammering from above amidst our grunts and moans. I love it when she laughs. Seconds later we were back at it. Our bodies covered in sweet and our pussies so wet that it was difficult to get friction grinding our clits together. I took some of the sheet and wiping some of the moisture off my pussy. Then I grinded my clit into her's sending us both into release. I shower after she leaves. The cool water and soap cleanse me of my sins. My mind is empty, no racing thoughts, no judgement. I change the sheets; the previous one's were soaked. I fall asleep with a smile on my face, my dark curly hair still damp from the shower.
The next morning I'm wide awake at 6am. I'm never wide awake at 6am. Too restless to stay in bed, I change into my black running shorts and faded grey Boston Police Department t-shirt. I get the leash for an enthusiastic Jo Friday and head out for jog. Somehow Joe's little feet keep up with my long legs. When I get home there's a text on my phone from Maura. "Had fun last night. Let's do movie night at my place soon." I feed Joe and grab a quick shower, put on my light charcoal grey suit with a light purple v-neck underneath. I shove the D&G thong in my left pocket. "I'm just returning it to Maura," I think. I stop at the BPD coffee shop and grap coffee's for the team and I'm in such a good mood, I even get Suzie an iced latte with almond milk and smile at Stanley as he straightens the donuts for the third time since I've been in line. I'm fucking Dr. Maura Isles, the hottest piece of ass in the entire Boston Police Department, and I don't give a shit about anything else. I don't care about my mother's sighs as she rings up my order, or Stanley's month old coffee that I dump loads of sugar and cream into, or Korsak's and Frost's playful ribbing. I just don't give a shit. I am fucking Maura, and yes I've lost my mind.
note: Just wanted to say thanks to the people who liked and are following. I received an anonymous review asking if I can publish more than one paragraph next time, so I wanted to give people a heads up of how this will work. Like I mentioned - first story. I want the story to be well written and entertaining so please feel free to give feedback on quality or such, but I will not be taking requests on the speed or quantity of the story's delivery. Hey like other writers have said - this is a free story that I am doing for fun. Also I don't have a Beta yet. Not sure how to get one. So you'll have to deal with my own re-writes. Thanks again for reading and hope you enjoy.
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