Page 38 of Sinful Justice

Pausing her seduction, Minka’s electric eyes come back to mine. “You think a woman did it?”

“I don’t know who did it. But I learned in my first year on the force not to make assumptions that could needlessly destroy a case. My M.E. says our killer is on the shorter side, but strong. Could be a dude with tiny man syndrome and biceps. Or it could be a woman who wanted revenge on the things he’s done.”

“He hurt other women.”

Crossing the room with slow, measured steps, I come to a stop just a foot away and look down into Minka’s captivating eyes. “The media is already naming the killer a woman’s hero.” Bringing my hand up, I cup Minka’s face and tuck loose strands of hair behind her ear. “The media pisses me off even more than you do.”

Finally, our connection breaks when Minka sniggers and glances down. “Must burn you up that you’re tracking someone everyone else wants to high-five.”

“That’s the job sometimes.” Stepping forward, I continue herding her until her back touches the wall and her breath races from her throat to mine. “I don’t wanna talk about work while I have a stiff dick. It’s confusing to me.”

Her chest bounces and her dancing eyes come back to mine. “Confusing indeed. You were asked to leave already, Archer.”

“I rarely listen.” Bending my back and neck, I bring myself down to her level and nip at her jaw. “Can we fuck yet?”

“Why are you always so crass?” Her words say one thing, but the way she tips her head back and reveals her throat says something else entirely. “Maybe I don’t wanna fuck a guy who asks if we can fuck.”

“Would you prefer I use flowery words instead?” Leaning in, I slide my tongue along the blue veins visible beneath her skin. “Wanna make love to me, Minka? Sweet, slow, gentle love where no one gets off and we both walk away thinking the other is a loser?” I nip at her neck and grin when her breath catches. “Or do you wannafuck? Nasty and mean and so fucking good, you can’t catch your breath for the rest of the night?”

Her breath comes faster from my words alone. Her heart pounding against my chest, her core, warm when I slide my leg between hers.

“You’re attempting to distract me from the topic at hand,” she breathes. “You have a killer on the loose, and you’d rather have sex than solve a crime.”

“Sex now.” I take her lips with mine and slide my palm beneath her shirt. “Crime tomorrow. That’s how it’s always been.”

“Oh, right. Well, in that case.” She brings her eyes to mine and, gentle as a feather’s touch, places her lips on my jaw. “Sex, then crime. It’s the most sensible thing to do, of course.”

“Uh huh.”

I slide the zipper of her pants down and push my hand into the tight gap between the fabric and her pubic bone. My cock rages against my jeans, painful and desperate, and when my fingertips find her wet warmth and glide straight through her folds without obstruction, Minka throws her head back on a groan.

“Archer…”

That’swhy she’s got me obsessed. That single fucking word, said while she’s breathless and wanting. The way she’s defenseless and vulnerable and throbbing with wet desperation.

Archer.

She says my name like I’m a fucking god. And because it does things to my body, electricity bounds through my blood and forces me to pull my hands from her pants.

My absence shocks her into reality. The swift removal brings her heavy breathing to a choked stop. But then I shove her pants down with rough hands and elicit a whimper of need from deep inside her chest.

“Sex.” My heart sprints at a too-fast pace. “Now.”

“Yup.”

She toes her shoes off and kicks one away, then the other. Her pants hang around her knees while I go to work undoing my jeans. Releasing the zipper. Shoving the denim down and freeing my cock.

Leaning against the wall, Minka pushes a pair of sexy black lace panties down until they meet her pants, then pushing them down too, she feeds the fabric over her feet and onto the floor until they sit in a pile, and her hungry gaze comes back to mine. “Condom.”

“Yeah.” I snag my wallet from the back of my jeans and steal a condom from inside, then tearing the foil packaging open, I drop the trash to her floor and grin while Minka’s eyes follow my every move.

She’s captivated by what I do. On the verge of coming, and wet between the thighs.

Wet enough for me to see how she reacts to me.

Sliding the rubber on and stopping when it touches the base of my shaft, I step forward and crush Minka’s supple body against the wall. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I slide my hands down to cup her muscular thighs, then when she places her hands on my shoulders, I scoop her up until her legs wrap around my hips and her pussy warms the end of my cock. “I hate that you’re pretty enough to make me want more.”

“Physical attraction doesn’t last.”

---