CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“I MISSED YOU LAST NIGHT.” Winston held Dee from behind, munching the back of her neck in the police station lounge the next morning.
“Stop.” She giggled as she got a soda from the machine. “We can’t do this here.”
He grabbed her breast as she turned around. “I’m not doing nothing.”
“We can’t be kissing and stuff like this here.” She squirmed, checking the doorway. “We gotta be professional.”
“How can I be professional when you’re so goddamn beautiful?” He kissed the tip of her nose, the hair on his chin tickling.
A group of detectives entered the lounge and headed to the icebox.
“Chill, okay?” Dee patted Winston’s hard chest, which did nothing to stop the sensation between her legs. “We’ll pick up where we left off after work.”
He did a lazy nod. “So, where did yo
