Page 23 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

Slumping over, I gasped for air and felt the emptiness as I pulled my finger out.

“Jesus, Dom!” I panted and rolled to my side, feeling better than I had in weeks.

There were two quick knocks on the door, and then I heard Jon. “Dinner’s in an hour, Detective. Do you need anything?”

My hand grabbed my chest, worried that he’d open the door. “No.”

“Are you sure?” He chuckled.

My heart slowed, and I shook my head. There’s no way he knows what I was doing. “Actually, since I’m stuck here overnight, could you grab my bag from the trunk of my car? It has my spare clothing in it.”

“Absolutely. Is it locked?”

“Yeah.” I blew out a breath. “Keys are in my blazer pocket.”

“I’ll have that right in.”

“Good deal. I’m going to shower, so you can leave it on the bed.”

Straining my ears, I listened for his footfalls and once I knew he had walked away; I got up, stripped my clothes, tossed them in a pile, and strolled naked to the shower. Turning it on, I set the temp as hot as it would go, then stepped in and let the water rinse away all traces of what I’d done.

I heard the door open and then heard it close again as I stood under the hot water. The man wasn’t anything if not efficient. Grabbing the small soap, I opened it and lathered my body. The scent reminded me of a coffee shop, and my skin felt entirely too clean after using it.

Laughing to myself in the small space, I spoke to the water, “squeaky clean!”

Next I reached for the shampoo and took care of my hair, then I rinsed off and got out, wrapping a towel around my waist. As I stepped from the bathroom, I saw my bag on the bed and on the small table a tray sat with a drink.

Walking over, I lifted the glass, and the aromatic smell of whiskey permeated my nose. A note sat on the tray.

You strike me as a whiskey man.

Enjoy,

A

A smile cracked my face. “Good call.” I lifted the drink in the air in a toast and slammed the drink down, savoring the smooth, rich, nutty flavor. My chest felt warm as the liquid made its way through my body. “Not only a good call, but an excellent whiskey to boot.”

I turned to my bag, opened it and pulled out jeans and a tee. I usually kept this in my car as a backup because one too many times my work clothes got fucked up.

Taking the tray and the glass, I left my room and went back to the kitchen. Instead of running this time, I walked and took in the décor. The Serene Raven had some amazing antiques, and I realized I felt relaxed.

When was the last time I felt this relaxed?

That thought troubled me. I couldn’t think of the last time I truly relaxed and enjoyed being somewhere. As I walked down the stairs, I heard Anna singing. Even her singing voice enchanted me.

She stood over the stove stirring something, her hips gracefully moving as her skirt swished at her knees.

“Hello, Detective.” She glanced over her shoulder at me. “Did you rest well?”

“I did.” I set the tray on the side of the sink with the glass. “That smells delicious.”

She turned and faced me, wiping her hands on her apron. “I’m a fabulous cook.” She winked and stepped closer. “Mm. You tried my soap.”

With her close, my jeans got tighter. “I’m squeaky clean.”

“That’s a good thing.”

I stared at her full lips, painted red, slightly parted that looked like they were made for kissing. They also made me think of her on her knees, sucking my dick with my fist in her hair as she gasped for breath. My cock throbbed in my jeans, and I fought the urge to reach out and push her down to the floor.

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