Back Fatal Affair
Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Letter to Reader
  3. Fatal Affair
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Epilogue
  44. Acknowledgments
  45. About the Author
  46. Copyright

Surrendering to the sensory assault, Sam gripped his shoulders and tried to convince herself that taking ten minutes for herself didn’t make her a crappy cop.

“You have the most beautiful breasts,” he whispered, trailing his tongue in circles around her nipple.

“They’re too big.”

“No,” he said, laughing. “They’re not. They’re utter perfection. In fact, I could sit here all night and do nothing but what I’m doing right now until the sun comes up.”

She tilted her pelvis tight against his throbbing erection. “Really? Nothing but this? All night?”

He groaned. “Maybe we could mix it up a bit.” Helping her to her feet, he unbuttoned her jeans, hooked his fingers into her panties and divested her of both garments in one swift move before bringing her back to his lap.

“You’re kind of overdressed,” she said, tugging at his shirt.

“Patience, babe.” Raining hot, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, he ran his hands up and down her back, sending shivers of desire dancing through her.

“I don’t have any patience. Don’t you know that by now?”

He propped her thighs on his legs and then moved his feet apart, opening her.

“What’re you doing?” she asked, her words infected with a stammer.

“Touching you.”

“I want to touch you, too.”

“You’ll get your turn.” He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over nipples still sensitive from his earlier ministrations. “It was infuriating today to hear that bastard call you frigid.” His hands coasted down over her ribs. One arm encircled her while his other hand slid through the dampness between her legs. “Feel that?” he whispered. “That’s as far from frigid as you can get.”

“I hardly ever came when I had sex with him,” Sam managed to say. “It made him mad.”

“We know you weren’t the problem, right?” he asked as he drove two fingers into her.

Sam cried out.

“Did you mess up my desk on purpose?” he asked, his fingers coming to a halt deep inside her.

Laughing, she said, “Maybe!” She wiggled her hips, begging him to continue.

“’Fess up or you won’t get what you want.”

“Yes! I did it!”

“That was easy,” he chuckled. “Now you must be punished.”

She moaned as he found the spot that throbbed for his touch.

He shifted the arm he had around her so his hand gripped her ass, holding her still for his gliding fingers. When he captured her nipple between his teeth, the combination lifted her into a powerful orgasm that stole the breath from her lungs and brought tears to her eyes.

“So hot,” he whispered against her lips. “So, so hot.”