Page 94 of Sticky Fingers
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sonia
Lazily opening my eyes,I smile as I see Malcolm lying by my side.
I drape one arm over his naked chest and move closer to him, wrapping my left leg around his.
“G’morning,” I whisper as I see him opening his eyes, then I brush my lips over his.
“Good morning, babe,” he replies in kind, wrapping his strong arms around me and pulling me close. “Sleep well?”
“Like a baby.”
“Good, I need you strong and full of energy.” He laughs, one of his hands sliding down the side of my body and pushing the sheets back.
He allows his gaze to roam over my naked body and then, grabbing my ass, he leans in and gently bites my neck.
“Is that so?” I laugh as I run my fingers through his hair.
“That’s exactly so,” he says, moving his lips down to my breasts.
I arch my back as he kisses my bare skin, his lips dangerously moving toward the growing wetness between my legs and—
Bam! Bam! Bam!
What the hell?
Someone’s knocking at the door.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Shit, and it sounds urgent.
I feel my heart tighten as I imagine who it could be—Detective Strong, the FBI, the NYPD…God knows.
Is it going to be like this from now on?
Not knowing the day when someone will finally slap handcuffs on me?
“Just let it be,” Malcolm tells me. “Whoever it is, they’ll just give up and go away.”
“No,” I force myself to say, pushing him off me. “You have to go check it out.”
“Nope,” he insists, trying to kiss my stomach.
I do my best to hold back my laughter, and I just push him back once more.
“Alright, alright, I’m going.” With that, he swings his legs off the bed and jumps inside his pants.
Throwing a shirt on, he then walks out of the bedroom and heads toward the entrance. I stay in bed, pulling the sheets up to my breasts.
From the entrance, I hear Dominic’s voice.
I sigh heavily. It wasn’t the police, thank God.
“Jesus fuck, man, took you long enough.”
“I was busy.”
