The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) 📕

I want him to hang up so I can fuck my little girl’s mouth. I already know she can deep-throat me and I want that so badly right now my cock’s about to mutiny. My balls are pounding like death metal drums. Rightnowrightnowrightnow. I shift my hips slightly to try to relieve the pressure on my balls, but Emily follows my motion, her hot, wet tongue clinging to my shaft. I close my eyes and see sparks in the blackness that have nothing to do with the bright California sunshine.

When I realize I’ve been silent for too long, I clear my throat and say, “I need that CCTV footage sooner rather than later. Olsen left the cruise early and Black was alone for the last two days. I think he took the brick then. Narrowing down where he was during those last two days could help us identify either the source of the drugs, or how he got them through security.”

I hear him typing. “I’ll tell the IT boys to make it a priority.”

Ending this call is a priority.

“I’ve got another lead on what Black might have done the last two days,” I tell him, rushing through the important points. “Olsen mentioned they did a scene with another couple: Sar, possibly short for Sarah, and Rod, presumably short for Rodney or Roderick. They sat with Olsen and Black during the first formal dinner. Could you check your passenger list for a couple by those names? I want to interview them to see if they had any contact with Black after Olsen left.”

Isaak sighs. “That’s more potential for someone to go public. We’ve just gotten the last of the four locked down with a non-disclosure.”

It will be a great deal more bad publicity if another of their guests dies, but I let him vent without comment and enjoy the sensation of Emily’s soft, slow draws on my cock. Before I get completely lost in it, I say, “One last thing, MacDonald mentioned that Black had taken this cruise before, a few years ago. I don’t remember anything about that in our briefings.”

“No, I’m not aware of that, either. It was before my time. I’ll have the IT guys check our database.”

“Great. I’m in transit the rest of the day, but I’ll check my emails later.”

“Oh, Logan, that reminds me, I’ve put you down for dinner at the captain’s table tonight. That way you can meet the officers without revealing your role.”

I grimace, since he can’t see me. I had plans for dinner tonight, which included hand-feeding Emily. I won’t be doing that at the captain’s table. “Thanks for that.”

“No problem. Thanks for the update, Logan. I appreciate you keeping me informed.”

“My pleasure. I’ll be back in touch on Monday.”

And then, finally, it’s time for my pleasure as he disconnects and I can have my noisy, messy way with my baby doll’s mouth.

Chapter Four Emily

I saw promotional pictures in the itinerary Logan emailed to me, but the plushness of the cruise ship still takes me by surprise. Logan leads me from the huge embarkation lounge where we enter, which has its own chandelier, through hallways carpeted in soft mauve and hung with artistic nudes, to our cabins. He gives me my key card and waits while I enter.

“I’ll just be a second, baby doll,” he tells me as I take in my cabin.

Golden, midday light pours through a sliding glass door that leads out to a balcony overlooking the ocean. The light is as dazzling as the cabin’s décor: all in shades of mauve, white, and gold. I cross the soft carpet to peer out from the balcony. Wow, what a view. I’ll be able to watch the sunset from my cabin every night as we sail down, and the sunrise every morning as we sail back. Well, if I don’t sleep through sunrise. Logan’s very . . . energetic. Not that I’m complaining. I haven’t been so satisfied in, well, ever.

I turn from the view of whitecaps and passing ships back to the cabin. It’s bigger than in looked in the pictures. There are two separate areas. The area closest to the exit is the bedroom, with a king-sized bed, a built-in dresser, and closet. The bathroom is between the bed and door, also bigger than expected, with a full-sized tub. A half-wall and curtain that can be drawn across the width of the cabin separate the bedroom from the living area, where there’s a seating area with a couch and loveseat. Across from the couch, there’s a large, flat screen TV mounted on the wall, and below it, a desk and padded chair. There’s a glass-block vase with a dozen pink roses on the desk, which is a lovely touch, like a high-end hotel. There’s space next to the vase for my laptop. If my time with Logan doesn’t inspire me sufficiently, the view will.

A knock startles me. “Yes?”

“Emmy, it’s me,” Logan’s voice is slightly muffled, but I can hear him clearly, which means there really isn’t a ton of privacy between the cabins. I hope our neighbors don’t complain about the noise we’re very, very likely to make.

I unlock and open the connecting door. Logan greets me with a smile. “What do you think?”

“It’s gorgeous. Is your cabin the same?”

Logan shakes his head. “Come in.”

He steps back so I can see his cabin. It’s much bigger, and the lounge is a whole separate room, divided from the bedroom by slatted screens. I can see a bar with stools in the lounge, as well as a seating area with three couches. The bedroom boasts a massive California king bed that could sleep a whole platoon. Is it a platoon in the Navy?

“Emmy,” Logan says, drawing my attention back to him. “I took the bigger cabin because I’m going to need to do interviews in here.”

He feels bad about taking the bigger cabin? I shake my head. “I don’t need that much space.”