Page 41 of Dragon Detective

“Spread those legs, sweetheart,” he drawled. “Show me the world.”

As he took the can from me, I hitched my heels onto the edge of the desk and spread my knees.

With a devilish smile, he squirted a bit of cream on my clit.

“Hold this again.” He handed me the cream.

I fumbled with it while he bent down and started licking, groaning while he did it.

I was soon writhing on the desk, yanking on his hair, and thrusting my hips up to his touch.

And when I exploded, falling apart from this simple touch, he looked up at me and gave me a lazy smile. “We need to buy more whipped cream.”

Chapter 20

Hannah

After breakfast, he went to Shriek & Nail to pick up the security system that should’ve arrived and give them measurements for the windows.

I showered and dressed, and while Reylor installed the cameras outside, networking them to the recording system he placed in the rat closet, I met with the insurance guy. He looked the place over and suggested I get some estimates for the repair and send them to him within a few days. Then the insurance company would send me a check.

I was standing on the porch, watching as the adjuster got into his car and drove away when someone parked in my driveway.

Grant Murray got out and rounded his car at a furious pace. About forty, he had dark hair with silver speckling his long sideburns that merged with his very dark, close-cropped beard. He opened his passenger door and grabbed a briefcase before striding up my walk with an eighty-watt smile on his face.

I took in his dark suit, the white shirt that contrasted nicely with his green tie, plus his shiny black shoes and internally groaned. If only I could hide behind one of the bushes flanking the front steps.

Since Reylor had moved to the back of the building to finish installing cameras, I couldn’t slink behind him, either.

“There you are,” Grant said, flashing me another smile that didn’t reach his dark eyes.

I crossed my arms on my chest. “Yup, here I am.”

His gaze traveled past me to the boarded-up windows, and a frown scrunched his face. “What happened?”

“An explosion.”

His eyes widened. “My goodness. How devastating. Bad paint? Oil in your basement?”

“I was experimenting with chemicals. You know how it is. I mixed the wrong things together and poof. Things were flung about everywhere, and they destroyed my windows.”

“No,” he breathed. His swallow took a long time edging its way down his throat. “I’m terribly sorry. I do hope you do research before you experiment again.”

I wasn’t sure why I was making all this up. The rumor mill would chew through this within an hour and spit it out the other side. Before I knew it, the locals would find a reason to either stop by to quiz me or stroll on the sidewalk to check out the damage.

I didn’t need that.

“I’m teasing.” It was no fun if he believed me. Did he really think I’d mix chemicals and blow out a bunch of windows? “Someone did it yesterday.”

“Oh, my. Who?”

“If I knew, they’d be in jail.”

“Yes, yes.” He tapped his chin and frowned at the window to the left of the entrance.

“What can I do for you, Grant?”

He stiffened his spine and straightened his suit before marching up the stairs, striding past me, and walking over tosettle in one of my porch chairs. “If you could spare me a few moments of your time.”

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