He had been at it for hours. His fingers were having trouble keeping up with the words that needed to get out. The images of Nikki and Rook flashing through his minds eye pouring out onto the screen.
Gina had threatened to come over to the loft and kidnap him if he didn't have at least 2 chapters finished by the end of the week.
He was in the zone. Nothing could stop the flow of words that were appearing in front of him.
Then the hairs on his neck rose.
She walked by him wearing the smallest pair of boy shorts known to man, and an old t-shirt of his that she had cut so short that it barely covered her midriff.
His fingers slipped on the keys.
He took in those never-ending sinfully long legs. He thought back to the way those very legs had been wrapped around his waist mere hours ago. How silky smooth and soft they were. How they felt under his fingers, his tongue….
Shaking his head he brought himself back to reality.
"Focus Rick,focus".he thought." Back to Nikki and Rook. Back in the zone."
Cracking his knuckles, he began typing again.
The words started flying again, thoughts of what happened a few hours ago tucked away for another time.
She came back in carrying two mugs of steaming coffee. She set his on the desk then put hers on the table by her favorite chair. She stepped over to the bookcase where she kept her personal copy of Nikki Heat tucked away on the top shelf.
He had barely looked up as she put the mug next to him,determined not to get distracted ,though the sounds she made as she stretched up to reach the book had him glancing up. The sight of her taut stomach and the hint of breast that was being exposed almost had him falling out of his chair.
Finally her fingers grasped onto the book. She headed back over to the chair settling herself in, oblivious to the torture she was exuding on him. She picked up her mug giving it a final stir with the spoon that was still in it. Then she took the spoon, licking away the remnants of the coffee that clung to it. The image of her tongue sliding over the spoon blurred his vision.
His one hand slid off the keys. Sliding it over his leg,past his boxers he grabbed the hair on his leg. Biting his lip he pulled a few hairs out, quietly trying to cover his groan.
She looked up, her eyes questioning.
Smiling, he picked up his mug and took a sip.
She smiled back and continued reading.
He put the mug down and stretched his arms up over his head.
His fingers found their rhythm again, the words once more coming with ease.
Until she stood and walked over behind him.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned down whispering in his ear.
" Think I'll leave you to this, I'm going to take a long, hot bubble bath" . She ran her tongue over the shell of his ear, then sucked the fleshy lobe between her teeth.
Turning she made her way into their room.
Saving his work, he slammed the laptop shut. He jumped up, the chair slipping out from under him. He almost fell in his haste to catch her.
" The hell with updates, let Gina try and kidnap me" he thought. "Besides, my wife is the best detective in the N.Y.P.D. She'll always find me and bring me back."
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