Indulgence (341 page)

“You up for a shower?” He whispered.

“I am if you’ll be joining me.”

“I’ll be joining you all right,” he said as he smiled and
took her hand.

The glass enclosure was small, but it didn’t matter. She
enjoyed the brush of his thighs against hers, the way every movement brought
their bodies together. She shampooed her hair while he smoothed shower gel over
her backside. He helped rinse out all the bubbles as she rubbed her bottom
against his groin. She lathered his back and helped him rinse off.

With water pounding on his head, he knelt and delicately
investigated the lips of her sex. Once his fingers found her opening, his
tongue soon followed. Gina braced herself on the glass walls, bending to sit on
a small ledge, while Armando nibbled her labia. He drew one of her knees up and
over his shoulder as he knelt in front of her, taking his fill. Gina’s spasms
spurred him on deeper. He added two fingers and she began to orgasm out of
control.

Abruptly he turned her around and bent her forward. He
quickly rammed himself inside her while she was still pulsing. Her swollen lips
were sore from the strenuous lovemaking during the long night, but she never
wanted the feeling to end, and he started spending deep inside her. He gripped
her body by the hips and dug deep until at last he was done.

Afterwards, they helped each other dry off. She felt shy for
some strange reason. She wanted to reel in her inner desire to make this a part
of her daily routine: great sex in the evening, followed by sex in the shower,
the warm kisses and caresses, being held by powerful arms and shoulders of
steel.

They ate breakfast in front of the picture window since the
kitchen was a small galley. She drank a second cup of coffee. Gina had no idea
she’d been so hungry and she ravenously inhaled the cheesy scramble he’d made.

He was watching her eat since he’d finished his breakfast in
record speed.

“What?” she asked.

“I just like to watch you.”

“Eat? You like to watch me eat?”

“That too.” He leaned forward and stopped barely two inches
away from her lips. “Gina, anyone ever tell you that you have a lovely mouth?”

She smiled, bridged the distance and kissed him. “I kinda
like what yours does too, sailor.”

He picked up her hand and kissed her palm tenderly. “You
have plans for today, Gina?”

The question thrilled her. “Just what did you have in mind?”

“I’d like to buy you some sexy lingerie today.” He studied
her face without smiling. He was looking for something.

“Oh, my. No one has ever said that to me before.” She could
feel her cheeks blushing and his smile in response.

She allowed her eyes to widen. “I think I know what you have
planned for this evening. That means I’ll need a few things from my apartment.”

“Good. I’ll drop you off while I run a couple of errands.
I’ll meet you back there, say in another hour or so? Call me. I’ve got
something I have to check out on base.”

“What about the lingerie?”

“I’m glad you didn’t forget. That will be the first thing we
do after you call me and tell me you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now, sailor.”

He smiled. “But I’m gonna enjoy the kind of ready you’ll be
after we’ve done our shopping. And I think you will be too.”

She had to agree. “And then what?”

He fingered down the side of her face, tracing over her lips
as he whispered, “I’m taking you straight home afterwards for a little show and
tell.”

Her panties got wet and her stomach lurched. She could have
jumped him right there at the breakfast table, but he was right. The kind of
ready she wanted to be was going to be enhanced by her struggle to be patient.
The sexual play had already begun. Waiting and anticipating what was surely
going to happen this afternoon was part of the game.

“Sounds like fun.” She leaned forward and kissed him again.
“Can I tie
you
up this time?”

“Sweetheart, you can do anything you like as long as it’s
with me.”

The long, lingering kiss she gave Armando in the front seat
of his Hummer caused a minor traffic jam in Gina’s parking lot. The car
immediately behind them honked. Neither one of them wanted to separate, but
Gina moved first, grabbing the door handle and waving to the handsome SEAL
behind the wheel.

“See you in an hour,” she said as she blew him a kiss.

Armando drove away as the car behind them slowed and the
driver, a young punk, rolled down the window and shouted, “Fuckin’ get a room!”
He sped off in a cloud of exhaust.

Before getting clothes inside her apartment, Gina decided
she’d pick up a couple of things on her own, as a prelude for what she hoped
would be a totally wonderful night. She stopped at her favorite food store and
placed some cherries and strawberries, as well as a can of whipped cream, in
her shopping cart. Didn’t have to be a SEAL to know how to improvise. She knew
he’d get a chuckle out of it.

She meandered through the aisle with the personal care
items. She found some lubricating, warming gel and smiled. She had some pretty
good ideas how this could be used.

Returning to her complex, the packages in one arm, she
unlocked her apartment door and was surprised to find Sam sitting in the corner
of her living room. She nearly dropped her keys. He wasn’t in his leathers,
either, so this was a personal visit, not part of the job.

Straddling the doorway, she managed to keep the door ajar
with her heel while she struggled to find words. Air was in short supply. Her
mind started racing through her options. She could hardly speak, as words got
stuck in her throat, but she pushed forward, trying to draw strength from the
fact that Armando would be joining her in just a few minutes. She wanted to
call him immediately, but didn’t want to force Sam to make a move they’d both
regret. He wore a dangerous expression. She worked to sound calm.

“Sam, how did you get in here?” she asked as she glanced
down the hallway. No one was about. She twisted the deadbolt in the locked
position, so when the door closed behind her it hit the extended bolt and
remained slightly ajar.

“Showed my badge to your manager.” He remained seated. He
was not smiling.

Trying to act unaffected, Gina set her packages down in the
kitchen, fingering her cell phone to make that 911 call. She pre-dialed the
number but left the cell in her pocket as she entered the living room.

Sam was uncharacteristically quiet, and that worried her.

You can do this, Gina. Only call for backup if he comes
after you.
Her fingers touched the send button, but she did not push it.
She’d try some diplomacy first.

“Don’t you think that’s a little creepy? I asked for your
help. I didn’t mean you could break into my apartment.” She worked to take the
urgency out of her voice, but wasn’t sure it was working.

“Baby, I can protect you better if I’m around more often.”

This was not what she wanted to hear. “No. You broke into my
apartment. Let’s tell the truth. I said I wanted your assistance but I don’t
need you doing this. Anything wrong with a phone call? I’ll have to report this
if you don’t get out.” She held up her phone and pressed the Send button. The
phone began to ring the emergency dispatch.

“Suit yourself.” He rose and carefully cracked his back and
rolled his neck. He walked like he had a lead weight between his legs as he
swaggered for the door. Gina closed her eyes and sighed. She spoke to his back
as she heard the dispatcher’s voice on the line. Sam could hear it as well.

“Sam, you gotta observe my boundaries or I’m taking you off
the case.”

Sam slowly turned, an evil grin on his face. “You, little
Miss Hot Pants, taking
me
off the case? You don’t have that kind of
power.”

“Nine-one-one. State your name and your emergency, please.”

Sam ambled over to her and stood a foot away, showing his
lack of concern for her 911 call. Gina chose to stand her ground and didn’t
flinch. She stuck her chin out, feeling righteous courage. He smiled as if he
weren’t afraid of any of her threats, or of the dispatcher’s voice. “But if you
had that kind of power, Gina, Lord knows how good that would feel.”

“Please state your emergency.”

She slapped his face and was going back a second time when
he caught her wrist in midair. His riveting stare was deadly for a second, and
then turned soft as he forced a smile. He released her arm and stepped back,
giving her a long careful perusal up and down from her ankles to her neck. “You
have a nice day, baby. Just wanted you to know I was checking up on you. This
is dangerous business, sweetheart. Can’t be too careful. Call me if you need
anything.”

“You’d be the
last
person I would call. Now get out.”

Gina was relieved when the big cop turned and left. Her door
attempted to close behind him. She undid the deadbolt and sighed as she pushed
it securely closed and heard the reassuring click shut. She double latched the
lock with shaking hands.

Then she remembered the emergency call. “I’m sorry, my
friend’s child hit the button by mistake,” she said to the cell phone.

The dispatcher started to say something, but Gina quickly
disconnected the emergency call. She hoped it wouldn’t result in a required
response by a patrolman.

Checking her phone, she realized she didn’t have more than a
couple of minutes left before she was to meet Armando. And she’d not called him
yet.

Checking the street outside, she saw no evidence of Sam, but
watched as Armando’s Hummer pulled into the parking lot. He tweeted the beast
locked and gave her a wave that helped ease some of her jitters. She checked
the sides of the street, the bushes and around parked cars and still saw no
evidence of Sam. She was going to have to tell Armando about Sam’s visit.

Later.

She opened the door for him. The first thing she felt was
the difference in the energy that wafted into the room. Armando gave her a
gentle peck on the cheek and walked past her, into the apartment. He turned.

“Ready?”

“Not quite. I just have to get a couple of things.”

Should I tell him about Sam?
She watched him scan her
apartment, as if making a mental recording of the way she lived.

If he only knew
. Shame percolated in her chest. She
had to stuff it down, along with her common sense and everything else that
fried whenever she was around the SEAL. It was sad, in a way, but he was
investigating the Gina that didn’t exist. She didn’t have any of her houseplants,
her watercolors, or her sewing machine. That part of her was a complete
stranger to this man.

I can’t level with him yet. Soon. But not now.

“Well, I’m ready, Gina. You just going to stand there? Have
you changed your mind?” he asked.

Gina stood like her feet were planted in the floor, unable
to move. She watched him finger some of her hot sexy novels with the yummy male
torso covers and then wiggled his eyebrows.

“These any good?” he asked.

She blushed and grabbed the book away from him. “Of course
they’re good. Why do you think I have them?”

He flashed her a smile. “Why don’t you bring that one, and
you can read it to me, tonight, okay?”

“That’s silly. You don’t want to read this stuff. It’s for
women.”

“If it gets you all hot and bothered, I’m all for that.” He
handed her one book. “This one stays. I’ll bet you could write something hot as
hell.”

“Why, you wanna give me pointers?” She hoped he heard the
flirt in her voice.

“I’m good with that.” He smiled. “Go get your stuff or
you’re leaving without anything.”

She turned her back on him and entered her bedroom, stowing
her purse with her gun and badge into a duffel bag. Then she added some
panties, a new bra and a change of clothes. She tucked in a brush and walked
across the hall and added some personal items, including condoms.

“Gina, I see you’ve been shopping,” she heard from the
kitchen. She also heard him shake the whipped cream and squirt out a little.
Slinging her bag over her shoulder Gina walked to the living room, her
excitement heightened. Armando stood in the archway of the kitchen, the tube of
jelly in one hand and the can of whipped cream in the other. He had a smudge of
whipped cream on his upper lip.

“Which one will it be? Hot or sweet?”

“I’ll let you decide this time. I leave it all in your
capable hands.” She turned to exit. God, it felt great to know that his eyes
were all over her ass.

The
Boudoir de Paris
was busy this Saturday morning.
The parking lot was nearly full to capacity.

The proprietress was Dori Harrelson, who’d retired the year
before Gina joined the force. She’d opened the store along with one of her
coworkers, a homicide detective who had recently gone through a very tough and
publicly messy divorce.

The crusty ex-cop with the baritone voice recognized Gina
and greeted her, handing her a wicker shopping basket, but stopped just short
of saying her name, after taking a look at Armando. Gina was grateful Dori was
so discreet.

Armando held her hand as he led Gina through the aisles of
pink and white lace-covered shelves.

He fingered a skimpy bra and panty set and held them up to
her chest.

“You look good in pink.”

She relished the spark in his brown eyes. His shoulder
muscles rippled under his thin cotton T-shirt when he laid the panties down.

A fanciful display of masks adorned one wall. Below it was a
display case filled with creams and lubrication gels. Again, Gina’s cheeks
began to flame. Armando slipped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist,
pulling her backside into the prominent bump in his pants and whispered in her
ear, “I love to watch you blush. I’m going to make you blush all night long,
sweetheart.”