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She drops her head back and groans when I hold her up with just one arm. The other, I wrap my hand around my cock and glide the tip along her slit.
“This will go away soon,” she pants when I slowly nudge just the tip in. “Once you’ve had sex and the lust wears off, good looks fade, and you’re left only with what’s beneath.”
I choke out a fast laugh. “Thanks, Doc.” Then I slam the rest of the way in and stop only when my cock is sunk to the hilt and Minka cries out.
She’s a tight fit. So tight, her pussy strangles the breath in my throat and the blood in my dick. She’s slick with wet and hotter than a summer day. But her chest, lifting and falling as she attempts to catch her breath, is what calls my attention.
“Fuck.” I groan when my cock threatens to vacate. “Minka.”
“God.” Her throat bobs as she swallows. “That’s just… You…”
“You feel so fucking good.” I draw back, dragging my cock along every ridge inside her tight pussy. Then when I’m at the very tip, I charge forward again and slam her against the wall. Rougher than I should be. Meaner than is fair. But I’m too far in to consider stopping. “So fucking good.”
My phone rings somewhere in the deep, dark, hidden recesses of my mind. One fast chirp, then another.
I slam inside Minka, claiming her body and using it up for my pleasure.
But for her pleasure, too.
“Phone,” she pants, blindly searching the space over my shoulder. “Archer.”
“No.” I crash my lips against hers and swallow her words. Our tongues duel and our hearts sprint in sync. But that fucking phone continues to trill. “Sex first, then—”
“Archer!” Laughing, Minka presses her hands to my chest when a second phone rings, so two tones compete for attention. “That’s work.”
“But this is sex,” I groan. “That’s not fair.”
“Work trumps sex.” She stops my gliding hips. She tears me from my world of desire and desperation and pleasure, and when she can pull her legs free of my hold, she places her toes on the floor and pushes me back until my achingly stiff cock slides out. “You know you have to answer that call.”
“But my phone ringing means someone is dead.” I’m Archer fucking Malone. I don’t pout. Ineverpout. But fuck, I don’t want to be Archer Malone for ten more minutes. “If I answer the phone, someone is gonna be dead.”
Shaking her head, Minka steps into her panties and snags her phone from the pile of clothes on the floor. “The person is already dead.” Turning it to show me the unremarkable screen, she tuts. “The dead is calling me too.”
She accepts her call and presses the device to her ear. “Doctor Mayet speaking.”
“Goddammit.” I snatch up my own phone and fumble it as I walk away from the untouchable Minka. “Detective Malone speaking.”
“This is dispatch. Reported homicide at one-zero-zero-zero Ridge Way, Hollow Knot. Officers are on site and civilians have been moved back. Please confirm.”
“Confirmed.” Angrily, I tuck my aching cock back into my pants and fix the zipper. “I’m ten minutes out. Call Detective Fletcher too and have him meet me there.”
“Acknowledged. Detective Fletcher has already been notified.”
“Alright, thanks. I’m on my way.”
Shaking my head, I kill the call and turn in time to catch Minka stepping into a fresh pair of pants and fixing her shirt.
“There’s a dead girl.” Her eyes are different now. Defeated and tragically sad. “Lead detective gets to order the medical examiner.”
“I’m the lead detective. Me and Fletch.”
Her eyes search mine. No longer passionate and deep with a well of secrets. But hard, dejected. She’s not the same person I was fucking just a minute ago; she’s someone else, someone fiercer and more robotic. “Call me in, Archer. I want this one. She was just a kid.” Her voice catches with grief. “Aubree said she’s just a kid.”
I consider her request, and the ramifications of working a case with the M.E. I’m in bed with—metaphorically speaking. I consider what will happen when we step outside this apartment and back into the real world.
But then I consider the ramifications of telling this woman with the grieving eyes no. Of leaving her here and calling in someone else.
“Archer!”
