Page 37 of Condemned By Secrets

“Okay, Officer Hottie.” She giggled and a few more slid off.

Luther changed tactics and licked her skin before placing the Skittles on, hoping the moisture would help them adhere. It did.

He started tasting when he had enough of the candy where he wanted them. Her legs were a buffet of grape and orange, and he sampled his way up before moving on to her breasts. They were a feast of lemon and lime. He lingered there, enjoying the taste of citrus and the mewling coming from Anna at the touch of his tongue on her. Strawberry, his favorite flavor, he’d saved for last.

He set a red Skittle between her breasts and tilted his head toward it. With a deep breath, he began to blow it down her chest.

She gasped when the warm air washed over her, and Luther drew in another lungful. When he blew the Skittle further south, she groaned. The sound sent a surge of pleasure coursing through him, and he kept blowing until the candy got stuck in her belly button. Undeterred, Luther captured it with his tongue, then lavished his attention on that sensitive area.

Anna started to buck beneath him, but he allowed it. He only needed one more Skittle. Leaving her navel, he placed another red Skittle below it and started to blow. Anna whimpered when the Skittle landed right where he wanted it—between her legs.

Grinning up at her, Luther bent his head to retrieve the strawberry candy just as a knock sounded at the door.

Dammit!

“Is that the door?” Anna’s voice was breathy with pleasure.

Luther glanced toward it. “Nope.” He had no intention of answering it.

But as he turned his gaze back to Anna, his vision clouded, and there was a roaring in his ears.

“Luther!”

Luther shot awake in his bed, then fell back with a growl when he grasped it had all been a dream. Well, notalla dream. He adjusted himself with a grunt. His physical response was very real.

“Luther!”

As his brain cleared, he realized the banging on his door wasn’t part of the dream, and someone was calling his name.Shit!

Luther scrambled out of bed and threw on the first clothes he saw—gym shorts and a t-shirt.

“Coming!” he called in a voice rough from sleep as he headed for the front door.Though not in the way I’d like.

When he opened it, his hard-on had subsided—mostly.

“Morning!” Cassie’s voice was far too cheery for how crummy he felt. What the hell time was it anyway?

“Cass. Everything okay? Why are you pounding on my door so early in the morning?”

She laughed as if he’d said something funny. “It’s not early. It’s eight o’clock. Anyway, I wanted to ask if you were still willing to help me move some stuff out?”

Luther sighed; he’d had another fifteen minutes on his alarm. Fifteen minutes would have let him finish the dream he’d been having. “Sure, Cass. When do you need help?”

She beamed. “Tonight! Shane will be here too, but I know with your help, it’ll take no time at all.”

“Great. See you tonight.”

“Thanks, Luther!”

“No problem.” He shut the door and leaned back against it. After the way he’d left things with Anna, sleep had eluded him much of the night, and now he was going to have to help Cassie move when he was already bone-tired.

Luther rubbed at the ache in his chest as he thought about how Anna had turned him down—again. Every time he thought he’d moved a step closer, she took a step back. Frustrated on multiple fronts, he scrubbed his hands down his face. Coffee and a shower. If he was going to make it through this day, that’s what he needed.

???

As soon as Luther stepped inside the police station, Sergeant Jameson descended on him.

“Sarg—”

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