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Lana, who lay flat on her stomach, nuzzled the side of her face against one of Gant’s pillows and then pointed her toes to give her legs a stretch. She heard the sound of water filling up the tub in his ensuite bathroom, and Gant’s commanding voice discussing something over the phone. Although he had his own cell phone and had since before she met him, his still operational landline was provided to the precinct as an alternative if he couldn’t be reached. And until she passed out, they might as well have been in another country.
The weight shifted on the mattress and Gant’s free hand began trailing her leg closest to him; she had to fight her ticklish reaction and stay quiet. Gant wrapped up the call and rested his palm on her inner thigh, absentmindedly circling it with his thumb. He hung up, reached over to his bedside table and sat his worn-out cordless phone on it face down. He gave the small of her back a soft pat and stood up. Lana contorted her body to look up at him – naked save for his glasses, his stout body tinged warm in the room’s dim lighting. He took his glasses off too, setting them beside the phone, and ruffled his white-grey hair out of his face.
“How long have I been out?” Lana wondered, accepting Gant’s broad hands that pulled her up out of bed. Her eyes widened then, and she lost her balance just enough to fall into his arms. She thought of hours ago, when her mind just couldn’t keep up anymore and her body lay limp for his use. Her cloudy eyes fluttered shut while Gant continued pumping his length in and out of her. He relished in seeing his cock slide out of her with ease, painted with his cum that had nowhere else to go but out of Lana’s tiny, flushed body. It trickled down her legs and dripped onto his linens; the smallest shift in weight or tap on her shoulder disturbed her insides and sent more of his cum leaking out. Gant grunted one last stream out of his balls and into Lana’s body and slowly, slowly pulled himself out of her pussy that somehow had the impulse to keep clinging onto him, despite the overflow.
This was what Lana worried about the minute she gained the senses to think that hard. She quickly turned her head down to get a good look at herself – bruised from fucking too hard and too long, stained with white specks. She pulled her right hand out of Gant’s grasp and felt around herself.
Then, Lana let out a soft sigh. “You put a plug inside me.”
Gant took her hand back and guided her to the ensuite. “I did just get the carpet cleaned,” then, he let go of her and rushed toward the bathtub. “Ahaha, caught you just in time.” He turned the water off before the tub got too full to accommodate the both of them.
Lana squinted at her reflection in the large, oval vintage mirror. She turned around slowly to examine herself, face flushed red from the steam and how blemished her body was. There were hickeys on her neck and armpits, her breasts ached from Gant’s rough kneading, and she could see faint red handprints where he slapped her stomach and thighs and ass.
“I’m going to pee.” Lana stated. She brushed some hair behind her ears and when she turned around to sit on the toilet she faced him again. He squatted down in front and helped Lana delicately take the clear silicone plug out of herself. Then, Gant humorously inched her legs further apart to get a good look of the mixture of cum and piss that filled the toilet bowl.
“Up you go! That’s a girl” he cooed, helping her keep her balance when she finished her business and got off the seat. She rolled her eyes at him then, bothered by the ease in which he talked to her like she was a child – and even more annoyed that she didn’t really mind it. Lana gulped down any protests as he lowered her into the large, hexagonal tub.
I should probably be the one helping him, Lana thought. She watched him closely as he shifted his weight into the tub, ready to stand up if he needed it. Gant could sense her concern and laughed it off, splashing her. Lana arched her back into the rolling jacuzzi-style bubbles behind her in the corner opposite Gant. She hugged her knees to her chest and sighed long and heavy. Gant reached for a loofah and smiled.
“Turn around so I can give you a wash.”
“Mmm,” Lana shrugged. “Let me relax first.”
Gant searched a shelf for Lana’s body wash and moved closer. “That’s easy to do when someone else is doing all the work.”
Having you so close to me isn’t relaxing at all, Lana thought to protest. Gant’s hands grazed her shoulders and she spun around to rest her chin on the edge of the bathtub. Gant trailed the sudsy loofah around her shoulders and the back of her ears. He paused to feel around her neck, taking care to scrub away the cum that had been drying on her skin. Lana muttered something incomprehensible and turned back around to show him where else he’d stained her. She focused her attention to anywhere else; a tiny amount of crinkled paint on the wall by the sink, or the small puddle Gant’s foot left behind. Gant gave a satisfied hum when he moved Lana’s arms and inched his body closer to hers; she offered no resistance when his movements became less and less focused on cleaning her up.
“S-should I wash you too?” Lana suggested, still determined to avoid looking him in the eyes.
“Why not, why not.” Gant pushed his body weight up out of the water and leaned his large shoulders and back onto the edge of the bathtub. Lana easily positioned herself close to his chest, and lifted his legs across her glistening wet shoulders. Lana brushed some strands of hair away from her face and behind her ears and got to work on Gant’s chest. She squished the loofah and let a trail of body soap pool on his messy chest hair. She scrubbed in short, careful motions.
The room went quiet while Lana focused all her attention on giving Gant a thorough cleaning. She was first to start shampooing his hair; she sat atop his lap, Gant’s half-hard dick nestled between her thighs while she massaged his scalp with her eyes closed and head cocked to the side.
“Lean your head into the water now to rinse yourself-,” Lana said, interrupted by his strong grip on her chin. Gant forced her to face him and Lana’s eyes flew open.
“You’re avoiding me and it’s really getting under my fucking skin.”
Lana bit her lip. “I…”
Gant pushed her off of him, hitting her nose with his elbow when he got up out of the tub. Blood contaminated the water, and Lana hurried herself out and rushed to find tissues. Gant glared at her flailing about while he dried himself off with a soft orange beach towel. “Give yourself a shampoo and get respectable; I’ll be downstairs.”
Lana tied her red muffler around her neck, a convenient part of her wardrobe considering the state she was in. Though her concealer did a lot to hide the blemishes peppered on her skin, Lana felt confident when she had clothing to obfuscate the makeup covered patches she was so self-conscious about. She wrinkled another piece of tissue into her nostril and shoved a handful more into her suit pocket. Picking her loafers out of her day bag, she stepped out of Gant’s room and down the carpeted stairs.
“He said he would be here waiting,” Lana said to the house cleaner – the third or forth hire since he’d begun bringing Lana to his home.
“Da, he is in the car. I will lock behind you,” She tried pushing Lana towards the entryway, but she turned for the kitchen.
“Stop it. At least let me have a sip of water before I go.”
Lana threw out the tissue rolled up inside her nostril; her throat tasted of blood when she gulped down some water. Stepping into her shoes, Lana rushed outside to the autumn California air and into Gant’s passenger seat.
Bodies in the sand / Tropical drink melting in your hand / We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band / Down in Kokomo
Gant fiddled with the radio volume, then his rear-view mirror. He focused his attention on his driving as they left his beachside suburb and drove onto the busy rush hour roads.
“Lana, you need to learn something,” he began, speeding through a yellow light.
“I’m on the clock 24/7. Even if it looks like I’m relaxing, my job isalways in the back of my mind. I thought you were the same, but maybe I’m wrong. Or hey, maybe my dick changed you! Which is flattering, but that doesn’t make a case for your usefulness.”
Lana stared blankly at the car in front of them. This wasn’t how she expected her day to go. He was the one who called her and informed her that they’d be coming to work late, that he wanted her in his bed at four in the morning. He was the one who brought her to that place of absolute mindlessness; the one who showed her that such an indulgent kind of sex was even possible. He treated her like a treasure and he treated her like a thing. Lana wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle the suffocating stress she was under if she didn’t have space for that treatment, far far away from the realities of their work and their relationship.
We'll put out to sea / And we'll perfect our chemistry / By and by we'll defy / A little bit of gravity
“I take my work very seriously…you know that more than anyone, Damon.”
He turned the corner with one hand steering and the other caressing her thigh. He affectionately patted her while his attention remained on the road. The song ended and radio DJ’s continued their banter. Gant turned off the distraction.
“And where was your phone for the past eight hours? You take your job seriously and yet cut off your only means of communication when it suits you.”
Lana felt hot behind her ears. She had turned her phone off once she walked through his front door, and it was resting at the bottom of her briefcase even now. She told him the truth, then rummaged through her bag. His expression darkened when she tapped her PIN and scrolled through her missed messages and voicemails. One – two – from Ema, the rest from various detectives and Prosecutor Payne. Nothing about this unfolding case was shocking or unique, but she was the Chief Prosecutor. Her ignorance of a trial that was to begin in two days time was unacceptable. A pit grew in her stomach, like her insides were being covered in bile. She answered the calls and texts, read files and documents at lightning speed, and had a whole bullet point list created on her phone by the time Gant got to his reserved parking spot at the Prosecutor’s Office. They wordlessly stepped out of his car until Lana tugged on his suit sleeve to stop him from walking too far away.
Lana took a breath and looked at him when she spoke, eyes awake and bright. “I’m sorry. Regardless of where I am, I shouldn’t treat my work like it's something I can ignore. We’re officers of the law, and cases unfold whether we’re awake or asleep. I was-”
Gant tugged her into his embrace and his lips smashed into hers. He possessively ran his gloved hands through her hair and dug his tongue around her enough to cause his own drool to drip down her half-open mouth. Lana caught notice of the nameless security guards watching them from above and shuddered. She barely kissed him back, which was what compelled him to pull away. Gant untucked his black satin handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped Lana’s chin.
“As long as you understand what you did wrong, then it’s all water under the bridge, my dear.”
And the two made their presence known in yet another criminal investigation.