His hips seemed to have a mind of their own. “Mmm,” he sighed. “That’s so good.” The sweep of her tongue, the heat of her mouth, the tightness of her throat had him teetering on the brink in no time. She continued to stroke him until he was so hard he was afraid if he moved, even the slightest bit, he’d lose it. Then she squeezed his balls, just enough to make him surge off the bed. Wincing, he shifted to accommodate his injured shoulder.

“Sorry.” She sat up. “We need to make you more comfortable for what I have in mind.” Piling up pillows behind him, she arranged him the way she wanted him.

Freddie’s heart slammed around in his chest, anxiety battling overwhelming curiosity.

She straddled him and took him into her moist heat.

They hadn’t gotten to this position the other night, even though he’d wanted to try it. God, it was even better this way, if that was possible. As she rode him, she kept her gaze fixed on his face.

“Like it?” she asked.

“Oh yeah.” As he climbed toward what would no doubt be another explosive climax, it occurred to him that he could very easily become addicted to this—and to her.

Chapter 27

Sam and Malone worked the street for an hour but found no one who had seen or heard anything that could help them.

“I hate middle-of-the-day shit that happens when everyone is at work,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck as she tried to regroup.

“Devon Sinclair and his roommate would’ve been at work, too, if his uncle hadn’t been murdered,” Malone observed.

“True. So who knew he’d be at home?”

“His family, friends, the pizza guy, co-workers, the roommate’s co-workers. What’d he do?”

“He was a chef,” she said, her stomach pinging when she remembered she still had to call Tucker’s parents.

“Worth looking into.”

“Let’s see what ballistics gets us. I’d bet all the dough I have that it’s going to be the same gun that did Julian, which rules out anything random.” Sam’s cell phone rang, but she didn’t recognize the ring tone. “What the hell?” She glanced at the LCD. “Goddamn it.”

“What now?” Malone asked, grinning at the expression on her face.

“I forgot about this freaking doctor’s appointment. Nick programmed a reminder alarm into my cell. What a pain in the ass he is!”

“Sneaky bastard.”

“I know!” Jamming the phone into her pocket, she took a long measuring look at the deserted neighborhood. “I’ll have to reschedule. I need to get over to GW to check on Devon’s condition. Hopefully, he’ll wake up and tell us who the shooter is. That’d save a whole lot of time.”

“I’ll go to GW. You’re going to the doctor. You can meet me there after.”