Thomas
“Eliminated?”
Sighing, I wrenched back the sheets and tossed pillows aside. “Yes.”
“Eliminated how?”
“Brains splattered against the wall and enough evidence to suggest suicide, eliminated. Check the local news for your proof.”
He coughed. “I see. I’ll wire the rest of the money through now.”
“Pleasure doing business with you.” I hung up the phone and dumped it into my nightstand drawer.
The flighty pedophile had sent me on a wild goose chase through the desert, but unfortunately for him, he’d touched the wrong man’s child. Now he was rotting in the hottest depths of hell.
After showering, I tugged on some briefs and climbed into bed. Not even a second later, a light knock sounded, and I called, “Come in.”
I watched from where I was lying as she entered the room, shut the door, and set the phone down on the shelf by the window. “Thank you.”
“Your family is okay?”
“Dad was fine,” she said, walking with deliberate slowness toward the other side of the bed. “Hope knew something was up, so I gave her half the story.”
My brow quirked, my eyes falling from hers to her breasts, her nipples hard against the fabric of her nightgown. “Half?”
“The half that wouldn’t have her calling the cops.” I shifted, my dick at full attention, as her knees hit the bed. “May I?”
“Never ask, Dove.” I lifted the sheets, exposing my bare chest and thighs. “Always just do.”
She tucked some hair behind her ear, a timid smile playing on her perfect lips as she spied my tented briefs.
“It’s summer,” I said with a shrug.
“And I’ve decided it’s now my favorite season.” Her lust-filled voice caressed the hardest parts of me, her nightgown drooping as she crawled across the bed, exposing the swaying globes of her breasts.
As soon as she was within reaching distance, I latched onto her upper arms and gently tugged her over me. My hands went to her thighs, smoothing up them to palm her ass, then pushed her panties down until they sat beneath her cheeks. “What was your favorite season before?”
“Spring,” she murmured, her eyes darkening as she gazed down at me.
Grabbing the back of her head, I made our lips collide, then rolled her to her back and tore her panties down her legs.
“Open for me,” I rasped. “Show me your wet flesh.”
Her knees parted, falling to the bed, her feet rising as she brought her nightgown higher.
She let me stare, then let me murmur incoherent things to her intimate parts as I toyed with her, my fingers soon drenched in the glistening evidence of her want for me.
She was a squirming mess by the time my tongue met that swollen little bud, and she exploded, her legs trapping me as I lapped up everything her body felt for me.
“Tom,” she said between pants.
I nipped her thigh, then soothed the sting with my lips and tongue, our eyes meeting over her soft stomach. “You’re in here from now on.” Rising, I kicked off my briefs, then motioned for her to come to me in the center of the bed. “Your things in this room, and you in this bed.”
The breeze billowed the curtains, and an owl called high into the sky, but I couldn’t think, feel, hear, or see anything but her as she lifted the satin barrier over her head, then straddled me.
“Every night, always,” I said, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking as I gazed up at her.
Her eyes were half open, the remnants of her orgasm making her body pliant and her voice husky. “We’ll never sleep.”
My tongue ran over her neck, over her chin. “We’ll sleep when we’re dead.” I took her lips, hers meeting mine with a hunger that made my heart pound through every limb of my body.
Her hips rose, her hand reaching between us to squeeze gently before guiding a sinner into heaven.