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