“Vinita and her children are safe. According to her, the baby was the cousin’s child. You believe her?”
“There was no mathematical way it was El Socio’s. And it would explain the manner of the cousin’s death. No betrayal stings more than those of blood… but he didn’tdo the killing alone. It was more than a one-person job.”
“Or ten. The surveillance footage doesn’t go into laundry tunnels, but we can see he’d been reporting by his lonesome every day to the janitorial staff for about a week.”
“As soon as Vinita resurfaced.”
“Someone must have been watching Lily. At least they never suspected you.”
Sean nodded, hoping he’d never have to imagine what would have happened to Lillian if El Socio had known about Sean. “Was my guess about GHB correct?”
“The most likely source was the nurse’s drink, and we found powder on him, which we guess he used on the other doctor. It’ll still take a few weeks to get the gas chromatograph, but we should have enough evidence.”
“His lawyer will get their testimony thrown out since they won’t be reliable on the drugs. But he left one witness. Why?” El Socio had skinned his own cousin; he should have had little compunction to silence Lillian permanently. But he hadn’t.
“He isn’t talking.” Charlie’s voice dropped. “Chief Reyes is very interested in the photos on her wall. She wants to ask Dr. Hernandez about them.”
“If she wants that, it won’t be me. This gringo has signed out.”
“As you should have. Enjoy your day off,” Charlie said.
“I am,” Sean said.
Lillian hung up his phone and tossed it over the side of the bed. “Police business done?”
Sean smiled up at her. He was naked, handcuffed to Lillian’s bed, and had been in the middle of eating her out when his phone rang. Other than the time ittook to file his paperwork, and occasionally eat or use the bathroom, he hadn’t left Lillian’s bed in seventy-two-hours. “Where was I, mistress?”
Equally naked, she clambered back to her position of sitting on his face and presented her slick center to him. “Right about there.”
“Right here,” he agreed and began lapping at the hood of her clit, listening carefully for the way her breathy pants changed with each stroke.
She said something, and he paused in shock. “Say that again.”
Breasts peaked and heaving, she repeated her words, “I said ‘I’m going to marry you.’ Eventually.”
“I hope so,” he stared up at her, wanting nothing more than to keep obeying her forever.
“Good. Because you’re in charge of asking.”
“Is now too soon?” he asked the question and then gave her clit a long lingering lick.
“Yes! Too soon!” she shrieked and grabbed his hair, her usual signal to increase the pressure.
He went back to his task with great gusto. Soon she’d come and possibly climb back down him and impale herself on his rock-hard cock. Or she’d make him beg.
It would be worth it to hear her scream his name in two languages until she went hoarse.
And they’d get to keep doing it, forever.
Epilogue
Clarissa was floating in a pool of need. She whimpered, “No. Please. Don’t leave. I need you.”
“It’s okay. I’ll make you feel better. Don’t worry, I have you,” he whispered into Clarissa’s ear.
“There you are. I missed you. That feels so good.” She rubbed up against his body, purring. She needed him to part her thighs and make her cry out.
“Feeling better?” As it did the last time, his voice did things to her.
