Page 64 of Investigate Away
“You can stop now. I get it,” she said as a chill climbed up her body. No matter how much she wanted to deny she couldn’t have anything to do with what was happening, her conscience wouldn’t allow it. Everything he said was spot-on. “I’ll wait until you get off work.”
“Thank you.” He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back.
“Why are you doing all this? Sharing all this with me when we both know damn well you shouldn’t be.”
“If I tell you the truth, you have to promise you won’t toss anything at me.”
“I promise,” she said with narrowed eyes. She couldn’t imagine what he might say that would piss her off so much she’d want to cause him bodily harm.
Then again, he did have a way of finding her Achilles’ heel and slicing through it with a razor-sharp knife.
“Because you’re not going to report on it. You’re not going to use it to get ratings. You’re not going to go behind my back and use police information that we’re keeping from the public to better your career.”
For about five seconds, rage seared her heart. It burned through her bloodstream, reaching every part of her body, but it was quickly doused with a cold dose of reality.
Because he was right.
She’d been a ruthless reporter, willing to toss her own boyfriend under the bus if that meant getting the story first. She’d used him and the information he’d been kind enough to feed her during any investigation.
And all she’d done was shit on him.
“Oh, Jag, I’m so sorry.”
He jerked his head back. “For what?”
“For being such a fucking bitch. You did so much for me, and I treated you like shit.”
“Babe, we both made mistakes. But that was then, and this is now.”
“You know, when you catch this bastard, I’m going to have to ask the publisher for an extension to rewrite the damn book.”
“We could write it together,” he whispered.
She swallowed, trying desperately to digest his response, but his lips came crashing down on hers. His tongue probed, finding every crevice inside her mouth, making it impossible for her to process the ramification of his words.
His hands found the back of her thighs, and he lifted her effortlessly off the floor, resting her ass on the desk.
All of a sudden she was painfully aware of her surroundings. She froze.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not here.”
He lifted her into his arms and pulled open the door. “Good call,” he murmured against her ear. He dabbled her neck with kisses as he made his way up the stairs.
Once in his bedroom, it was a frenzy to remove their clothing. She couldn’t get hers off fast enough. Her desire for him raced through her bloodstream like a freight train out of control. It was as if she were afraid she might not ever have him again, so she needed to make sure this time his passion would be burned inside her forever.
So she’d never forget him.
Ever.
Oh, God. She loved him so much that letting him go again would be damn near impossible.
They tumbled to the bed. His hands cupped her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples while he kissed her with intense greed.
She reached for him, but he kept batting her hand away, so she gave up and sank into the mattress, letting him have his way with her.
He knew her body better than she did. He teased her with his fingers and tongue, bringing her to the edge, letting her hang there for seconds before pulling back, only to start again. Only this time, he thrust into her hard and deep.
