Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"God, Cam. I can't…I can't!"
"Don't you dare stop," he growls. "Your juices are soaking my hand. The entire room smells like you. Fuck. I can't wait to taste you on my tongue. I want to watch you ride my face until your thighs shake and your come drips down my chin. Fuck. Give it to me."
I'm so close. I rock back onto my hand faster, pressing the heel of my palm into my clit on each downward shift. "Cam, please! Please," I sob, unable to hold off any longer.
"That's it. I'm going to leave my marks all over you. Nobody gets to touch you but me. Come for me, kitten. Now."
Fireworks ignite inside me, striking like a bomb detonating as soon as he growls the command. I scream his name until my voice is raw, and then I collapse, my heart beating so hard I can't catch a breath.
He moans in my ear, my name rolling from his lips in a reverent chant as he finds his own release. I close my eyes, focusing on his voice and the way pleasure still radiates through me, curling my toes and arching my back off the bed. Sweat drips down my body, little beads rolling down my stomach.
"Fuck, kitten. Fuck," he groans a moment later. "I told you I'd be good and go slow for you, but you've got me all tied up in knots over here. I can't get you out of my head. All I think about is being inside you. I gotta get in there."
I shiver and reach for the phone, pulling it closer so I don't miss a word he's saying.
"You gonna let me in?"
"Maybe," I say, smiling.
He growls, the sound wicked and playful at once. "Told you about that smart mouth of ours. Don't make me come over there and fill it."
"Yeah, yeah," I tease him, yawning and stretching. "Where are you?"
"At work."
I bolt upright in the bed with a gasp. "You aren't!"
"You got me so hot, I just came all over my hand in my office," he says, laughing quietly.
A blush bursts to life on my cheeks, burning like fire. I cover my face, mortified at the thought of his coworkers hearing what just happened between us. "Please tell me no one could hear me," I whisper.
Cam goes quiet, his laughter fading. "Kitten," he says, disapproval in his tone. "Nobody but me gets to hear you, do you understand me? Nobody but me."
"I…" I swallow and then nod, though I know damn well he can't see me. "Okay."
"You going for a run this morning?" he asks a few seconds later.
"How do you―? Never mind," I mumble, shaking my head and crawling from the bed. After what he told me last night, I have a feeling he knows a hell of a lot more about me and my habits than I'm ready to hear. The man is…well, he's something. "What are you doing today?" I ask him, padding toward my dresser to grab my running gear.
"You let me worry about that," he says.
"I―"
"Kitten," he warns me.
"Fine," I sigh, rolling my eyes. "It's not like whatever you're doing concerns me or anything."
He growls at me. "Behave. I got shit to do. Call me if you need me."
Before I can reply, the line goes dead. I pull it away from my ear and glare at it for a moment. I briefly consider texting him to tell him I'm not going to behave, but then think better of it. He'll probably show up here and follow through on his threats to fill my smart mouth or spank my ass.
"Why does that turn me on so much?" I groan aloud, stomping toward the bathroom.
Chapter Nine
Cameron
"Lewis."
I glance up from computer to find Jacoby standing in the doorway to my office. As soon as I see the tense look on his face, I know something is wrong. I've worked with the man for years. I know him better than I know myself.
"Tell me," I growl.
"A body just washed up near Heron's Head about two hours ago," he says, referring to the park a few miles south of the Bay Bridge.
My heart sinks. "Is it the kid?"
"Don't know yet," he says, rubbing a hand down his square jaw. "They haven't said anything, but I figured you'd want to know."
"Who'd they assign?" I ask, rigid with tension. Fuck, I should have asked to reschedule my fucking court case for this afternoon. I've had my phone off for the last three hours.
He gives me a grim look. "Duke."
Fuck.
Duke Ventura is a bulldog. Like me, he's one of the younger detectives in the city. His case closure rate is damn near as good as mine, but we're as different as night and day. I let instinct and intuition guide me because they've yet to fail me. He lets the evidence speak for itself and the courts sort out the rest. And right now, there's a whole lot that points to Ivy, and a whole lot less that points elsewhere. The only thing she has going in her favor is the fact that no one has actually seen her and this kid together.