Page 12 of Heat of Justice

“That’s my girl.”

“Mm. Yeah. I felt so alone. So let down and… helpless, I suppose. I just wanted to run to you, Lia. You are my safe place. My everything, really.”

“Oh, baby…”

Touched beyond words, Lia replied with a deep, long, and steadying kiss. Then she chuckled at her next words.

“Please. Keep going.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lia.” With a grunt of pure impatience, Quinn guided her hand back into place.

“Feeling needy?” Lia teased.

“You know it. Don’t let me distract you from your—Oh, man!”

Lia squeezed her one time, nice and hard, and caused her to convulse. She smiled at the sight of an attractive wave of ripplesin her well-defined abs.So damn sexy.But again, she released her.

“Please,” Quinn half-chuckled, half-begged as she twisted, trying unsuccessfully to recapture her fingers.

“Are you going to relax and let me take care of you, then?” Lia prompted. “Or do I have to get tough with you?”

A knowing, hopeful grin, spread across Quinn’s lips.

“I think I’d like both,” she said.

“Greedy.”

“Yes. With you, always. Is it okay?”

The question, loaded with the sort of openness Quinn only allowed herself with her, and no one else, made Lia melt.

“Very okay,” she promised. “I adore you for this.”

She pressed another reassuring kiss to her lips and resumed her slow, intimate massage. Soon, she had Quinn throbbing in her hand. The more she watched her wife losing herself in the rhythm that she established for her, the more aroused and tighter Lia grew in response. She squeezed her legs around her thigh, pressed her engorged clit into her flesh, and bit on her lip with a moan of her own.

Quinn gasped. “You are so hot, Lia.”

“I’m getting very, very close.”

“Make me come with you.”

Make me.Her plea had Lia trembling with a fresh surge of desire. She trailed a couple of fingers through her dripping folds, watched that gorgeous body arch off the bed, and Quinn throw her head back.

“Oh, babe…”

“Don’t close your eyes, Quinn. Let me see you.”

The sight of her so open, exposed, and trusting, panting on the edge of release, brought Lia right up there with her. Time to give and take. With one last precise stroke for Quinn, and a hard thrust of her own, Lia sent them both flying.

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‘Which one are you, Ms. Reed? Witness or perpetrator?’

Kim stared at the detective, momentarily taken aback at the question. Certainly, she had expected to have to explain herself; one did not just waltz into a police station to report a murder and swing back out again without a certain amount of scrutiny. But for some reason, which now struck her as incredibly naïve, if not outright crazy – she was a damn lawyer, after all! – it never occurred to her that she might be considered a suspect. Some-thing about the detective’s manner was also slightly unusual and definitely intriguing; pleasantly so. Miller’s question was blunt, but her eyes remained warm on her face as she waited. Lost in contemplation, mesmerized by attractive layers of swirling blue, Kim forgot to speak.

“Ms. Reed?” the detective prompted.

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