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“Strip, Ulani.”
She nodded, sliding her panties down her long, tanned legs. She kicked them aside, then tossed the tank over her head, her long hair sweeping over her breasts. When she reached his naked body, he lifted her, sliding her wet, warm pussy down his thick cock.
“Oh, damn, that’s so good,” she moaned.
“Hold on,” he commanded.
She gripped his shoulders as he lifted her ass cheeks up and down, up and down, driving into her sweet, warm body.Already exhausted, he lay her on the bed and began attacking everything she offered up to him.
“Wyatt. Wyatt, I need to cum,” she moaned.
“Babe, me too,” he said, grinding into her. “Still no condom?”
They’d made love a half dozen times the night before and didn’t use one, both agreeing they were clean, tested, and had minimal partners.
“Not for me,” she said, tapping the patch.
“One day soon, we’re gonna make beautiful babies.”
“Shit!” she moaned, thrusting her hips upward. Reaching between them, she rolled his balls in her hands as he shook with fervent desire. Her own body was nearly epileptic, the power of the orgasm so strong and fulfilling.
Out of breath, sweaty, and naked, when the phone rang, Ulani quickly put on her tank and aimed the phone toward only her face.
“Dunvegan? Where the fuck are you?” asked her director.
“I heard there was another possible victim. I’m at the possible victim’s apartment with his roommate. Did we find his car?”
“We found the car. And him.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean, I think you should get here. This just went from a drugging case to murder.”
CHAPTER SIX
“Fuck,” muttered Wyatt. “That’s him. How long has he been dead?”
“Coroner thinks about seven hours, which puts the time of death around the time the bar closed, so two a.m.,” said the agent. He looked at Wyatt, then back at Ulani. “Why are you two riding together?”
“I was at his house asking about the roommate’s location.”
“But how did you know he was missing? We didn’t call you until we found the body,” said the agent with a sly grin.
“Don’t tell the director,” said Ulani. “Wyatt is a very close friend. A very dear friend. No. No, that’s not true.”
Wyatt’s face paled, and his expression soured.
“Wyatt is my boyfriend, and hopefully, one day will be my husband. We grew up together.” The whoosh of air expelled from Wyatt was audible to everyone around them.
“The director won’t like this, Lani. You know how he feels about us fraternizing with anyone remotely connected to the case.”
“This is different,” said Wyatt. “If the director wants to speak with me, feel free.”
“Feel free to do what?” asked an older, balding man.
“Speak to me, sir. I’m Captain Wyatt O’Neal. Mick was my roommate. Ulani was at my house last night because we grew up together, and we’re dating.” He wanted to say they were engaged but didn’t dare without speaking to Ethan.
“I’m removing you from this case,” he said, staring at Ulani.
