Chapter Twenty-Two. DC Jessie Symons
Hell, I should be pissed off about my midnight return to the station to pick up the wayward Diana especially as she is looking at me as if I am s**t on her shoe. But no. I find myself enjoying being her knight in shining armour. She looks a gorgeous mess, in that short tight red dress, that would not fail to make any red-blooded male lust after. My normally flaccid c**k is being rogue, and pressing at my zipper, as I look at her eyes that flare full of anger, the mascara she was wearing smudged down her cheeks from the tears she attempted to hide from me.
Of course, when I decided she was staying with me tonight, or this morning as it is now, I had honestly just wanted her in the spare room. Then when she said she would not sleep in my bed, I canno
