Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Agree.” Why does this feel like we’ve done it a million times? Just the two of us together reading through evidence and background material, as if we’re old-timey cop show partners who finish each other’s sentences. It’s not just comfortable, it’s fucking wonderful.
“I know,” she says to Mousey, who’s perched on the arm of the couch beside May. “The hats are unmistakable.” She clicks through photo after photo of von Heffinlind, some of them almost thirty years old or more. Always, she’s dressed for the runway, and for the vast majority of the time, she’s wearing a hat. It’s her trademark. May keeps scrolling, then stops. “Look at this!” She points to an advertisement from an old magazine with a paparazzi shot of von Heffinlind looking sly as she leaves a swanky apartment building. In the foreground is a perfume bottle labeled, Have the Affair. In script, it says, My signature scent. Smell like an heiress.
“Do you think you could identify the smell from the house that day? The strange one?” she asks Mousey.
I grab my phone and search for the closest department store.
“She can.” May turns to me.
“Already on it. They still make that same perfume.” I place a rush order, for immediate delivery. “Should be here in thirty minutes or less.” I get a message from Squirrel, headlined “found the plates and more,” but toss my phone.
She keeps tapping through gossip rag stories, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. I follow the line of her neck to the pale skin of her bare shoulder.
“I can get a lot done in thirty minutes.” She taps her screen to enlarge a photo of our quarry.
“So can I.” I press my lips to her shoulder.
A small gasp catches in her throat.
Mousey jumps down and disappears as I toss May’s laptop onto the side chair. I kiss along her exposed skin, every inch of it having taunted me for the entire time we were out investigating. Does she have any idea what she does to me? It’s a wonder I could concentrate at all when we were alone at the country club. Even in that ridiculous room covered in Mrs. Farrol memorabilia, I was completely attuned to May, to her sharp mind and each twist or turn her thoughts took. To the way her skin has this amazing luminosity, as if she’s almost glowing.
I keep kissing, my tongue trailing along her softness as I move to her collarbone. Her breath hitches, her head lolling back as I trace the line of it, every bit of her soft and sweet.
“What are you doing to me?” Her voice is breathy, so fucking sexy.
“What I’ve been thinking about doing from the moment I saw you.” I take her chin and pull her mouth to mine, kissing her with every bit of my raw need. I was comfortable sitting here with her, working together like two old friends. But I can’t deny my attraction, my constant desire to touch her. As much as I love her unique mind, I’m just as obsessed with her body.
Her hands go to my shoulders as I push her back onto the couch, my body pressing into hers as a soft moan rises in her throat.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have, but I break the kiss for a moment. “Is it too much?” I grate out, staring into her eyes. Can she feel how hard my heart is beating, how much I want her?
“No. More.” She leans up and reclaims my lips, and with that simple motion, she sends me over an edge I didn’t realize was there.
I kiss her deeply and press my knee between her thighs. She opens for me, and when my leg comes into contact with her hot pussy, I lose a piece of my sanity. Maybe more than just a piece.
I reach down and slide a hand beneath her shirt, then cup her breast. When I find bare skin, a growl vibrates somewhere down deep in me. “No bra?” I rasp against her lips.
“I don’t like them,” she gasps as I pinch her nipple.
I run my teeth along her throat, then bite down lightly as I move my other leg between her thighs. She spreads wider, so generous, so goddamn perfect. I press my cock against her sex, and when I feel her heat through the fabric of our clothes, I return to her mouth, tonguing her deep as I rock against her.
She holds on to me, her body tense as I hold my weight on one elbow, my other hand feeling her perfect tit and her tantalizing nipple. She moves her hips with me, her breaths coming faster. I yank her shirt all the way up and duck my head to her breast. Fastening my lips around her hard nub, I suck hard. She arches, her nails digging into my shoulders.