Page 80 of High Frequency

“Watch.”

She hits play and I watch the girl move away from the pump toward the actual building and slip around the side where you can see her pass an ice cooler.

“Watch,” she repeats.

On the screen, the girl seems to move toward the street when you can see a white delivery truck come into the frame and pull up in front of her. She’s forced to go around the truck where she disappears from sight. A few moments later the truck pulls into the street and drives off. There’s no sign of the girl.

“Did you see?”

“He grabbed her.”

She rewinds to where the back of the truck is in frame.

“Yes, and I have the time, and his license plate,” she says triumphantly, reaching for her phone.

I sip my beer, and enjoy the view as Sloane animatedly talks to her boss, relaying the information she found.

“What time is that?” I hear her ask. “Yes, I can be there. I’ll find a way.”

“I’ll drive you,” I offer as soon as she gets off the phone.

“Because we’re covering a big area, the FBI is putting together a task force and we’re meeting at our office at ten tomorrow for a briefing.”

I grin at her. “I thought you weren’t happy the feds were swooping in on your investigation?”

She shrugs. “I wasn’t, but this guy needs to be caught, and I realize our department is too small, and not really equipped to deal with a case of this magnitude. Especially with these other jurisdictions involved.”

“Makes sense. So, are you done working for tonight?”

I reach for her laptop and let my hand hover while I wait for her answer.

“I think so,” she answers, a knowing little smirk on her lips.

I close her laptop and slide it on the coffee table next to our beers. Then I reach for Sloane and stretch out on the couch, pulling her on top of me. She pushes up and rests her forearms on my chest, playing her fingers through my scruffy beard.

“Are you hurting?” I want to know, sliding my hands down to her lush ass.

She grins. “I’m feeling all kinds of things right now, but pain isn’t one of them.”

That’s all the encouragement I need.

Sloane is ready for me, her fingers sliding in my hair as I slip my tongue past her lips. When her taste hits me, I groan down her throat. I’ve missed her.

It’s been only three days since I first fell asleep with her in my arms, but I already can’t remember a time when she didn’t command all my senses.

I don’t clue in immediately when she interrupts the kiss and presses her lips against the hollow of my neck, but I have a pretty clear idea where this is going when she moves her hands under the hem of my shirt, pushing it up.

I had plans to take my time with her this round, undress her slowly, giving each new exposed part of her my undivided attention before moving on to the next. I fully intended to taste every inch of her gorgeous body and have her beg for me to make her come.

Apparently, Sloane has similar plans, as she shimmies down my body and explores me with her mouth and hands. I’m not about to stop her—only an idiot would—and instead lace my fingers behind my head and watch as she slowly pulls down my waistband and exposes my cock.

She hasn’t even touched it yet and I’m already leaking precum. Every stomach muscle clenches in anticipation as she bends her head and her warm breath brushes the sensitive tip. Then she wraps a firm hand around my length, locks her blue eyes with mine, and with her little pink tongue licks up the drop, before she slides me down her throat.

I have to grab on to the armrest as she goes down on me with the same determination and enthusiasm she does everything else. I use every trick in the book to slow down my body’s response, but there isn’t anything that’ll distract me from that blond head bobbing up and down on my cock. Christ, this exact image fed my fantasies for fucking years.

“Hey,” she protests, when I lift her off my cock.

“I want inside you. Take off your pants,” I urge her, even as I retrieve the condom I slipped in my pocket in the bedroom.

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