Page 114 of Fall Into Temptation
“Oh, shit.”
Donovan braced himself on one hand and used his thumb to work her toward the edge as his balls tightened. “Come now.”
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, eyes wide. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His release erupted out of him. Grunting, he pushed into her and felt that wet vice close around him. She screamed, her nails tearing at his skin. He was grunting, thrusting, completely lost in the pleasure that burst like an inferno between them.
They used each other, riding out their orgasms until there was nothing but weak tremors left. Donovan’s knees buckled, but he didn’t want to leave her. So he dragged her to the floor with him. They lay on the rug, half under the table in a tangle of limbs and not-quite discarded clothing. Her hair spilled over his shoulder. His hand splayed between her breasts.
“Put that in your book,” he challenged, miming a mic drop.
She laughed. “I have a feeling I left an ass print on your table.”
“God, I hope so.” He traced a finger over the curve of her breast.
“Am I forgiven?” she asked, lacing her fingers with his.
“You’re probably the best apologizer I’ve ever seen in action. You could have stolen my truck and driven through half of the businesses on the square in town, and I’d still have forgiven you.”
Eva lolled her head to the side to look at him. “You know, if this is how you accept apologies, I can’t wait to have something new to apologize for.”
CHAPTER FORTY
To: Beautification Committee
From: Bruce Oakleigh
Subject: Current business
Hello, fellow B.C. members,
Bruce Oakleigh here, your faithful president. We’ve got a few housekeeping details to take care of before our next meeting.
Everyone can stop sending me instigation scenarios for the Eden-Davis match, hereafter known as Operation Inebriated Chinchilla. We’ve had a doozy of a suggestion from yours truly that I can’t wait to share with you. It’s guaranteed to spark friendly feelings between our matchees. Does anyone have any experience with stink bombs?
Our next regularly scheduled meeting falls on Halloween, and I know we’d all like to attend the Halloween Carnival. I am fine with rescheduling for the following evening as long as everyone is willing to picket She Who Shall Not Be Named’s wedding as planned. To be respectful, we won’t chant during the vows, but we will be waving our signs and frowning fiercely.
Amethyst and I are looking forward to seeing everyone’s costumes!
Yours in matching success,
Bruce Oakleigh
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Donovan scrolled through the electronic record of one Agnes Merill—or Agnes Miller, depending on the alias and the woman’s mood. She’d been picked up for shoplifting in Buffalo and had two DUIs, one in Allentown, Pennsylvania, and another one in New Haven, Connecticut. She hadn’t shown in court for either of those.
Then there was the string of bad checks scattered across four states, two counts of breaking and entering in New Jersey, and three counts of possession, two with intent to sell.
She’d skipped out on every warrant, bailed on every court date. Donovan was well aware of how overtaxed the court system was, but it was still frustrating that criminals like Agnes Merill walked the streets, wreaking havoc until they got busted for something they couldn’t post bail for.
And if he didn’t find her fast, that’s exactly what would happen here. He felt helpless sitting here waiting. But it was only a matter of time before she was picked up.
Minnie poked her head into his office. “Quite the rap sheet isn’t it?”
Donovan rubbed the back of his neck. “Now, Minnie. I don’t need to tell you this is all confidential, do I?”
She rolled her eyes at him like a teenager, meaning she’d already told the entire town. “Everyone’s worried about Eva. We don’t like when someone comes in here and messes with one of our own. We’re all watching out for her,” she sniffed.
Donovan sighed. All of Eva’s secrets had gone from vault to public in a matter of days. And as glad as he was that she wasn’t keeping them to herself anymore, he didn’t want her to feel the scrutiny of the public’s opinion.
