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“Allow me,” she said, reaching out to remove his hand and replace it with her own.
Wrapping her fist around his cock, she began to stroke it slowly as she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Ryker groaned as she began to take him deeper, seemingly unafraid that she might gag. She slid her mouth up and down his length, one hand gently squeezing him at the root, while the other moved to his balls, fondling them.
Giving up the entirety of his shaft to her mouth, her free hand slid up his body, tracing his washboard abs, as Ryker sank his fingers into her hair. Normally, at this point, Ryker wanted to take control and fuck her mouth until he could shoot his cum into her belly, but this was different. He found he wanted to savor this and enjoy it to the fullest.
Lori continued to suck him more vigorously until all he wanted was to see how deep she could take him. He fisted her hair, and she looked up at him. Ryker began to move his hips rhythmically, feeling the ache in his balls and the tingle at the base of his spine.
Just as he was about to come, his dream was interrupted by the sounds of his phone playing the bugle fanfare that signaled the start of a horse race.
“Arrgghh,” he groaned, pounding the mattress. The bugle sounded again. Trying to shake off the dregs of the dream, he answered “Hello?”
“Um, Ryker? This is Lori Sykes. Oh god, I didn’t realize how late it was. This can wait…”
“No, Lori. You sound upset; what’s up?”
“Antony Cobain is dead. Well, murdered, actually.”
The last vestiges of sleep were swept away both by the reporter in him and the man who was intrigued and fascinated by the woman herself.
“What? How do you know?” he asked, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. Learning that a good story was almost as good as sex wasn’t something she needed to know at the moment.
“I kind of witnessed it.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m just a little bit afraid that the detective may think I had something to do with it.”
“George is a putz at best. I was just thinking tonight he couldn’t find his way with a sherpa, and those guys can find anything.”
Lori laughed. “Do you know that from personal experience?”
“Yes. Mostly because I found myself in need of a way out of a certain country where I had become persona non grata, and the way to the embassy was blocked.”
“I think there’s a story there I’d like to hear.”
“I’ll be happy to tell you about it, but it’s not nearly as exciting as it sounds. Do you need me to come to the hotel?”
“No. Actually just hearing your voice and not having you ask me if I did it, helps a lot.”
“Forgive me. A couple of reporter-type questions: did they find a body, do you have any idea how he was killed, and are you looking for help to figure it out? I understand from Slade and Thorn that the ladies of the Mystery Writers’ Murder Club are pretty good at solving crime.”
“You know Slade and Thorn? How do you know I’m part of the Mystery Writers’ Murder Club?”
“Well, we talked about it earlier and I know Slade and Thorn. I’ve known both of them since they were commandos, and I was the guy following them around trying to get the story no one else could. As for the Mystery Writers’ Murder Club—you guys are developing quite a reputation, especially in law enforcement and news reporting agencies. I love that you guys take on cold cases and solve them.”
His explanation seemed to allay any concerns she might have had about him or his question.
“They did find a body on the dock where I saw it happen. I was up on the seawall. I wasn’t sure if I should call the cops or see if I could help…”
“Of course, you went to help.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’m pretty good at sizing people up quickly. There’s no way you didn’t go down to find out if he was dead or if you could offer assistance.”
“Thanks. Anyway, when I got down there, he was dead, and he had what looked like a vintage typewriter ribbon wrapped around his throat. I didn’t get a close look so I don’t know if it was the cause of death, but it looked like he might have been strangled.”
“What happened to the person you saw kill him?”
