Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 34

I ran my hand down under the covers and pinched her bare backside. She squealed as she grabbed a handful of my chest hair and twisted it.

"Oww! Okay, I give up!" I said hurriedly.

"Good," she said as she gently rested her head again on my chest.

"How long will you be gone?" she asked.

I shook my head, "I'm not sure. Probably just a day or two."

"Where are you going?"

"Until we figure this mess out, baby, the less you know the better. I'll tell you when I get back."

"Be careful," she said, kissing my lips.