Chapter 13: Chicago Detective Michael Branham
Dinner was good, but I knew Sully well enough to suspect he wouldn’t let me refuse to answer his question about why I didn’t have an engineering job for very long. He was damn well going to have to wait until we got back to my place though.
I’m guilty of distracting him to postpone the confession, too.
Inside the condo, I pushed him back against the door about a half second after it shut. I leaned against him and nipped the side of his neck as I groped his crotch. “If we’ve only got until tomorrow morning…” I let the offer hang.
That smirk, oh that smirk made suggestions.
“Blow me,” he said.
I think it was a dare. “I don’t swallow,” I said.
“I didn’t say I expected you to.”
“Not here then, in the kitchen, where there’s a sink.”
“Fine b
