Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Bacon is nice, but eggs and toast work just as well. And, just sayin’, but I don’t care if the yolks are busted. I’m going to bust them anyway when I eat them,” I teased.
She snickered and moved until she could press her lips to the only part of my body she could reach—the top of my head.
“I’ll remember that,” she whispered.
I allowed her to eat before I started questioning some more. And, like I assumed, she didn’t know much. She hadn’t seen much, either.
Which, in turn, left me frustrated.
This guy that was doing these killings was good.
Even worse, he’d never screwed up.
Even worse than that, not only could I not find anything, neither could the FBI, who had been sent the files we had on the killings.
Something I found out about ten minutes later when there was a knock on my door.
I eyed the clock on the stove.
It was well past when it was acceptable to arrive unannounced at someone’s place, but I had a feeling I knew who it was.
I found out a few moments later when I answered my door to find Schultz, an FBI agent with his fancy little badge attached to his hip, and my chief.
I sighed. “I just got home.”
The chief and Schultz grinned.
The FBI agent, not so much.
Schultz’s eyes went behind me, and I stiffened.
Fran was behind me, in only my shirt, and I winced.
“Give me a minute?” I asked.
The three men nodded, and I shut the door in their faces, causing them to chuckle.
Even the FBI agent.
“Sorry, sorry,” Fran cried from my bedroom. “I’m going to go.”
I didn’t want her to go.
But I had a feeling I would be having a long ass night, and I didn’t want her to have to hear all the gruesome details of this particular case.
But I also didn’t want her to go home.
“Can you stay with your sister tonight?” I asked as I followed her to my room.
She was sliding a pair of my sweatpants up her legs.
Her bare legs.
God.
She’d been naked underneath my t-shirt and I hadn’t even noticed.
What the hell was wrong with me?
That’s why you quit being a police detective, dumbass. Your skills weren’t holding up after that last arrest you made. Your mind wasn’t in the game.
She looked at me when I made it to her side and then smiled.
“I can, I suppose.” She paused. “For a price.”
I couldn’t help but crowd her closer, pressing into her, which in turn made her fall into the wall.
She squeaked in surprise at the aggressive move, but I couldn’t help the way she made me lose control.
I especially couldn’t help the way my dick was now raging at the thought of her being naked underneath my clothes.
I could see her nipples pebbling behind the t-shirt, and I couldn’t help but bring my hand up to rub against the distended peak.
She gasped, her breath hitching. “Taos, there are people here to see you.”
There were.
But they could wait.
At least long enough for me to make a small little claim on her body.
But that small little claim went right out the damn window the moment that she started to respond to me.
The moment her hands dug into the muscles of my shoulders. The moment her mouth pulled my tongue into hers.
The moment that she pressed herself up against me, teasing me with her body, and telling me without words that she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
All the crazy shit that I’d witnessed over the last few hours slipped away, and for a few precious moments in time, I focused solely on her.
Her hands were now in my hair, pulling my mouth down to where she wanted it.
Her fingers tightened, causing little bolts of electricity to follow the path of her fingers along my scalp.
Before I could tell her that we couldn’t do this. Tell her that we shouldn’t, seeing as there was an FBI agent outside waiting to speak to me, I spun her around and pressed her face-first into the bed, hiking her ass up high in the air.
Seconds later, I tugged her sweatpants—my sweatpants—down just low enough that I could expose her beautiful ass and pussy to my gaze.
She gasped with the sudden movements but didn’t say a single word as I pulled my cock from my pants, lined it up with her entrance, and pressed inside.
Though she was very wet, she was still just as tight—or even tighter due to the position—than she had been the very first time that we did this.
I waited, cock halfway inside of her, to read her mood—I didn’t want her freaking out on me—but found that she was more than into it when my hesitance to press farther forward became annoying to her.
“Taos!” she growled.
I snorted, pressing forward just a little more.
My eyes were on where I entered her, the way that her pussy stretched so obscenely around my cock.