Page 6 of Missing Justice
“Shh,” he said, sliding his hand up and cupping her breast. “We should start the day off right.”
She arched her back, pressing her nipple into his palm. “You are so evil.”
“I know. If you want, we can make this a quick one. Or,” he swirled his tongue over her shoulder again. “We can go slow. Really slow. Your call, Sinclair.”
All he knew was he wanted her. Again. Wanted her under him, with the morning sun cracking through that curtain so he could see her hair fanning across the pillow, see her eyes go wild when he made her moan.
“I…can’t,” she said. “I caught a case.”
A case. A shot of envy whipped him. The woman was a machine when it came to solving cold cases, especially those involving missing children, and lately her team had been racking up some serious close rates. What drove her, he couldn’t be completely sure, but suspected. Make no mistake, you didn’t get that good at your job without some serious motivation. He understood that on an emotional level most couldn’t.
And he wanted to know what this case was. He’d find out. After last night, he intended on seeing a whole lot more of Taylor.
All he had to do was get her to agree.
Starting right now. He nudged even closer, this time licking that spot on her neck he’d accidentally discovered during round two.
“I want you,” he said.
She reached back, wrapped her hand around his dick and squeezed, making his eyes nearly explode from his head. “I know,” she said.
Closing his eyes, he dropped his head back and his body started to hum. The motion of her hand made his limbs go slack and oh, boy, she was gonna get it.
The mattress shifted. Hopefully she was getting onto her back where he’d do incredible things to her. His mind roared and just as he opened his eyes, ready to pounce, she let go, ripped the sheet off and jumped from the bed.
What the fuck?
She bit her lip, hiding a smug smile and—damn—he should have seen that coming. The scheming witch. She’d duped him. Made him think they’d have some nice, hot, goodbye-sex so he’d loosen his hold on her. And then she slipped away.
She stood beside the bed, staring down at his chest—she liked it. She’d told him so a hundred times last night.
“Taylor,” he said, “that wasn’t nice.” He held one hand out. “Come back to bed. Let me make you scream.”
Her eyes flashed, but she shook her head. “No, but I’ll take a raincheck.”
Freaking career girls. A raincheck. He wanted more than one, no doubt about it. “Seriously? You’re going to leave me like this? I’m hard as a brick.”
She laughed as she tied her hair into a messy knot on top of her head. The movement made her tits bounce and his eyes followed the motion of those perfect breasts he’d damn near devoured all night. She leaned over him, kissed him quick and leapt back before he could pull her on top of him.
“This is an important case, Mad Dog. Otherwise I’d happily fuck you all morning and maybe into the afternoon.”
Damn, that mouth. She’d been talking filth all night. He didn’t care one way or the other. Some women used it as a tool to amp up the sex. He never minded, but he also didn’t need it. Her? All that hot nastiness coming from a pulled-together woman who wore traditional suits and a pair of diamond earrings that probably cost more than his entire college career? Total turn-on.
“Now you’re just making it worse,” he said. “How about I hop in the shower with you?”
She gathered up a bra and what looked like a red thong—Jesus, help me—from her suitcase and set it on the bed.
“No,” she said. “You’re too much of a distraction.”
“That’s good.”
“Not when I have a case to work.” She went to the closet, pulled one of her FBI-wear pantsuits out. “I’d love to do this again with you, but we’ll have to set some boundaries. Mainly you not stealing my cases.”
And here we go.“Once again, I didnotsteal your case. I beat you to solving it. That’s all.”
Because that’s what good investigators did. They solved cases. No matter who it supposedly belonged to. And he didn’t allow himself to be lured from the PD homicide squad into the private sector to not solve them.
“Right,” she said. “Whatever. But if you want a replay of last night, we need to come to an agreement. No sharing information about cases. No crossing lines. No work talk, period.”
