Page 69 of Necessary Evil

“Oh, the things I want to do to you,” he growled.

“Do them. Take me. Please,” Lucy begged.

“All you have to do is come, pretty baby,” he crooned.

“I want your cock.”

He groaned. “Keep talking dirty like that and I’ll put it in your mouth.”

Lucy moaned. “Okay.”

“Later.”

“I’ll be asleep later,” she said with a little laugh.

“I’ll wake you up with my tongue in your pussy and you can just roll over and take me in your mouth.”

Lights danced before her eyes. Lucy’s legs trembled uncontrollably. “Yes,” she cried. “Oh yes.” She clamped her thighs closed and rode his fingers as her orgasm crested over her.

“That’s my lady,” he said, forcing her thighs open.

She had a brief moment to stroke her fingers down his shaft before he plunged inside her. Her entire body bowed. Evan steadied himself up on his arms on either side of her head, staring down at her. His hips pistoned in and out of her willing body. Lucy was still feeling the effects of her orgasm when his deep, rough strokes carried her over to another. She leaned up on her elbows so she could kiss him.

“So beautiful,” he said reverently.

She met him thrust for rough thrust. The bedsprings squeaked and her headboard rammed against the wall in an erotic rhythm. “Evan,” she cried, clamping down on him when her body shook apart. Sagging back to the bed, she moaned loudly when he continued to pound into her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he went impossibly deeper.

His growls were savage. His fists clenched the pillow by her head. Lucy pushed up as far as she could, and her vision went white when he grabbed her ass and rocked his entire weight into her. Evan roared her name when he came, then collapsed on her, rolling quickly over.

They were both panting and slick with sweat.

He cupped her breast in a possessive grip. “Mine,” he told her.

“All yours,” she agreed, and curled into him, her eyes refusing to stay open a moment longer.

What seemed only moments later, her alarm was blaring the obnoxious morning DJ. Lucy would have liked to shut it off, but Evan wasn’t letting her go. Eventually the annoying banter roused him and he sat up.

“Fuck, I slept deep.”

Lucy turned off the radio and slumped back to bed. “I wish it was the weekend,” she said.

“Retire,” he said. “I highly recommend it.”

Lucy snorted. “Maybe in another twenty years. But for right now, I’ve got a crap-ton of cases on my desk.” She willed her body to move, but it refused. In fact, it traitorously cuddled back up to Evan. She could get used to this.

“So what happened yesterday with your brother?”

“Oh, that,” she sighed, feeling another headache coming on. “Just more bullshit. Bobby did his time, but he keeps getting put on the suspect list for any miscellaneous crimes that he’s even remotely connected to. I think I told you that he got caught up in a bad crowd after my dad went to prison.”

Evan grunted.

“He spent five years in prison for selling drugs. He got out and has been clean ever since. Still, he runs wild now and then. He never does anything illegal, but he makes stupid-ass choices and hangs around with jerks. So when something bad happens, the local law enforcement shakes him down. Get this shit. A double homicide happened in California, and they put out an APB on my brother, who has been on Long Island for a few weeks. Unbelievable.” She was getting riled again, so she threw off the blankets and stomped into the bathroom.

Maybe a shower would help her temper. Lucy ran the water, testing it to see if was hot enough.

Evan joined her. “Why did they arrest him?”

“The victims were friends of his. Or former friends.” She stepped inside and held the curtain open, but Evan frowned at his reflection in the mirror instead. Shrugging, she let it drop and lathered up her hair.

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