Page 20 of Secrets on Sapphire

Screwdriver

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it officer?”

“Mind your mouth. Remember, you can’t go anywhere in those cuffs.” The gorgeous man walked toward the woman with his baton, smacking it softly against his palm for emphasis.

“Again, I ask you, what are you going to do about it?” She grinned and bit her bottom lip.

He smacked her cheeks with the leather baton, immediately turning them red. Sammy moaned and made a snarky comment, asking for another smack of the toy baton. She was handcuffed to the headboard of her bed, lying on her stomach.

Sammy’s new beau, whose name was ironically Beau, climbed onto the bed. His hard shaft skimmed across the back of her thighs. They had been playing their version of Cops and Robbers for what seemed like forever and he was throbbing in need of pleasure. He placed his hand over her mouth and nipped at her earlobe.

“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.” Beau laced her neck with kisses.

Sammy moaned. Beau used his free arm and lifted Sammy onto her knees. He slowly entered her. Finally feeling the warmth around his member caused his eyes to roll back. He kept his hand on her mouth, the pressure causing her moans to be stifled. He took his other arm and wrapped it around her waist, moving her to a rhythm pleasing him in a way that drove him wild. She let him do exactly what he wanted with her body.

Beau suddenly removed himself from her and she gasped at the absence of him. Before she could think about the absence any longer, he rammed himself inside of her. She again gasped and the sound was so loud, it could be heard clearly through Beau’s fingertips. He pushed himself into her over and over and over again until they both unraveled. Beau unlocked the handcuffs and removed them from Sammy’s wrists. He noticed the red marks the cuffs had caused. He grabbed her hands and kissed every inch of the red marks, hoping the light graze of his lips would heal them.

The two blonde bodies laid next to each other in bed, while they attempted to catch their breath. Sammy closed her eyes and smiled. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so comfortable and so happy with someone. Beau had moved into the neighborhood across the street not too long ago. He was married when he moved to Brookston. The long and odd hours of detective work caused a strain on his marriage. Sammy changed roles from being a street cop to working alongside Beau as a detective. Beau’s wife got one look at Sammy and drew up divorce papers. She signed them, handed them over to Beau, and she was gone. Beau hadn’t noticed Sammy’s good looks when his wife had, but after months of working with her, he couldn’t help but notice her beauty and everything else that was so good about her.

After finally relaxing her heart rate, Sammy leaned over and placed a quick peck on Beau’s neck. She stood up and grabbed her thong and her heather gray dress pants. She pulled up the panties and then the pants. “Ugh. These are wrinkled.” Sammy pulled the pants back down and stepped out of them.

“Where are you going Sweet Pea?” Beau had grown up in Georgia all of his life and his accent was just as Southern as Parker’s. However, it was deep and raspy and it made Sammy wet on the spot.

Sammy sighed and tossed her pants on the bed. She walked over to her closet to grab her iron and ironing board. “I’m going to work.”

Sammy set up the blue ironing board and walked into the bathroom to fill the iron with water. When she walked back into the room, Beau was still staring at her in silence. She plugged up the iron and plopped back down on the bed next to him.

“What do you have to work on?” he asked.

“I’ve just got a cold case to look over.”

“Calista?” He looked up at Sammy from his hands with chocolate brown eyes.

Sammy quickly stood and walked toward the iron to see if it was hot. “She’s not a cold case. Anyway, I’ve got to look at a possible Duke murder.” She began ironing the wrinkled pants.

“And look at some Calista stuff while you’re at it, right?”

“Look, something isn’t sitting right with me about it. I’m going to figure it out.”

“Okay Sammy.” Beau stood and threw on his sweatpants and t-shirt. “What is the Duke murder about? I thought they found all of the women he killed.” Beau began making the bed.

“The case has come back up because a woman that went missing almost twenty years ago has still not been found. She matches his typical victims. Blonde hair, green eyes. No family ever reported her missing, but a neighbor had noticed she hadn’t been home in awhile. When she asked the husband where she was, he told her she left. The woman said something seemed off about the whole thing and she didn’t believe the husband’s story.”

“Names?” Beau asked as he put the last pillow on the bed, turning on detective mode.

“She didn’t know any of the names. She said the neighborhood wasn’t very close. It was quiet and everyone kept to themselves. All she could tell us was that some other woman kept coming over after the wife went missing. She was supposed to come in and provide more information, but she never showed.”

“What happened to her?”

“Detectives went to meet at her house, thinking maybe she didn’t have a way to get to the station. She was gone. House was packed up, no sign of forced entry. It was almost like she never existed.” Sammy picked up her pants and observed them. Shrugging her shoulders and mumbling ‘good enough’ under her breath, she pulled the pants on.

“And the neighbors with the missing wife? Did they make contact with them?” Beau sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Nope. That house was empty too. Case went cold because there were no other leads. They canvassed the neighborhood and all the other neighbors said there was a family that lived there, but they didn’t know much about them. They all said the old woman was nosey and it was probably nothing.”

“So why has the case been reopened?”

“When Calista went missing someone mentioned James Duke and his obsession with blonde hair, green eyed women. They thought it was a weird coincidence, but dropped it knowing he was locked away.” Sammy threw on her blue silk top and finished her look with a blazer that matched her pants. “I decided to look through the file and found a note about the mystery woman which led me to her file in the cold case cabinet. Lieutenant said I could work on it if I wanted to.”

She grabbed her phone off the charger and placed a small kiss on Beau’s cheek. “You want any coffee?” Sammy walked out of the room and Beau followed.

“I’m good. I’m gonna go to the gym. My place tonight?”

She smiled. “Sure.” She fixed her coffee and pressed the brew button. Beau leaned in and kissed her hard. Sammy felt his love in her bones.

“Don’t get obsessed with this case Sam.” Beau grabbed his jacket off the back of the kitchen table. “She’s not Calista.” He winked and then he was out the door.

Sammy poured the brewed coffee into her favorite to-go mug. “She might lead me to her though,” she said to herself as Beau was already gone. She walked out of the door, locked it, and was off to work.

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