“Sure, there’s a chance.” She took a good look around the latest crime scene. “But this doesn’t feel random. It doesn’t feel random at all.”

“Not to me, either.”

“We’ll have to dig into Farrell’s life to rule out anything there, but until we can talk to Devon Sinclair, we knock on doors.”

“I’m following you,” Malone said.

“I just don’t get it,” Freddie said, his heart racing. “This has never happened. Ever.” He looked down at his limp penis and willed it to life. Not that he’d had much experience, but getting an erection had never been a problem. In fact, having too many of them in his sexually frustrated state had been more of an issue. He had no idea what the hell was wrong with him.

“Don’t worry about it.” Elin kissed and caressed his chest. “We can do other stuff.”

“It’s probably the pain drugs.” However, it occurred to him that he’d been hard as stone in the car just a short time ago. Now here he was, naked and in a bed with the equally naked Elin, the subject of his most lurid fantasies, and nothing was happening? How could that be?

“I’m sure that’s all it is.”

But in the back of his mind, Freddie suspected the guilt had gotten to him. It had eaten away at him until even his manhood was guilty.

Elin sat up, straddled him and ran her hands from his belly to his pecs. “Don’t think. Just feel. Close your eyes.”

He did what she said, trying to clear his mind of everything except for what was happening right in front of him—and on top of him. Imagining Elin’s pierced nipples and the heart-shaped tattoo, Freddie felt a surge of desire.

“That’s it,” she whispered, her lips cruising from neck to chest to belly. “Just feel. No thinking.”

“No thinking.”

She massaged his thighs, first with her hands and then with her lips.

Freddie moaned.

Dragging her breasts over his penis, she continued to whisper soft words of encouragement.

He concentrated on putting aside the guilt and the conflict. Even the throbbing in his shoulder couldn’t dampen the surge of lust. “Elin.” With his good hand, he reached for a handful of soft breast and ran his thumb over her nipple.

She gasped. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” she said, stroking him until he was hard and throbbing.

“I’m glad it’s not broken.”

Laughing, she bent to take him into her mouth. “Definitely not broken.”