#fritz.sharon

He had never seen Sharon Raydor sleep before. He pretty much seen her do everything else, from crying to shouting to crying again from laughter this time. He had seen her be a mother and a boss. He knew what she looked like when she blew him and he knew what she sounded like when she came, but seeing her sleep, her face relaxed and peaceful, her hair tousled, it was a new experience.

  He found it impossible to stop himself from taking in every detail of her body. She was so unguarded and so gloriously naked. Fritz couldn’t help but admire the body he loved to touch, to make shiver and tremble. He saw the marks he had left there last night, the faint bruises and the hickeys that had made her moan when he had left them.

  “If you keep staring at me like that, this is the last time you can stay the night,” Sharon mumbled without opening her eyes, her voice rough with sleep. He knew she wouldn’t want a lame ‘sorry’, so he didn’t say it. Instead he just smiled and watched as Sharon raised her arms above her head and lazily stretched, arching her back, pushing her breasts up in a way that was entirely too tantalizing. A smirk played on her lips.

  “And if you keep doing that, I won’t be held accountable for my actions.” Finally Sharon opened her eyes and looked at him, giving him that look that told him she was up to no good which without a shadow of a doubt his favorite mood when it came to the LAPD captain.