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Phoebe closed her eyes, took a couple of deep breaths before she smiled and glanced back at me.
“Okay, Detective. I believe you. I’m glad you were on the case, and you got him.”
I couldn’t stop the side grin that curled into my cheek. “Me too. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about the other issue. Schindler.”
Her smile dropped. “Oh… yeah him. You said you know where he is?”
“I do. I have eyes on him. He and I will have a conversation soon.”
“Do you think he had something to do with trashing my hotel room?”
“I don’t know. It’s possible. You said it’s something he’s done in the past.” I blew out a frustrated breath. “I really wish you would’ve filed police reports when he did shit like that to you in the past. It would make my job a lot easier. But don’t worry.” I leaned forward and got as close to her as I could handle without diving on her. “As I said, he will not touch or hurt you again. I give you my word.”
She didn’t answer right away, but when she did, she gave me a small nod with zero confidence. I wasn’t offended by her lack luster response. This woman had been through a lot dealing with this psycho. She had promises thrown at her and no one has yet to make good on those promises. I stood and risked sitting next to her. I even took her hand in mine and gently squeezed.
“Phoebe, I know you’ve been through a lot with this guy. People have failed you time and time again. I’m not going to promise you shit I can’t deliver.”
“You also can’t control his actions.” She rebutted, then placed her hand over ours. “Look, Lock. I appreciate everything you’re doing for me, I really do. And I know Byron is going to be a huge challenge. If you can help, great, but if you can’t…”
She trailed off and looked away and I swear to fuck, I wanted to get up, leave right now, find that fucker, and put a bullet between his eyes.
Instead, I captured her face in my hands and brought her back to me.
“He will not touch you. He will not hurt you. I will not allow it as long as I’m fucking breathing. Do you hear me?”
She nodded. Her eyes wide, breath caught in her throat.
Now what I should have done was pull back and give her space. I should have ignored the pull I always felt with her, especially when I was this close. But yeah, I didn’t. I was too close. I could practically taste her on the tip of my tongue. I was aching for this woman. Needing to taste her, to feel her. Shit, I neededher.
So yeah, remembering what I said earlier about being in control, I leaned in for a quick kiss. Nothing to write home about or get excited over. It was just a…ohfuck.
The moment I felt her lips on mine, I delved my tongue between her thick lips and kissed her the way I’ve been craving since… since… fuck since the beginning of time.
I buried my fingers in her hair and deepened the kiss, pulling her to me and just like the obedient woman she was, she climbed into my lap and kissed me back, with the same passion, the same hunger, matching me stroke for stroke.
I couldn’t tell you when I pulled her t-shirt off, when I pulled her bra down and wrapped my lips around her nipple. Shit happened so fast. One minute we were kissing each other’s faces off, the next my jeans were at my ankles, her shorts were off, and she was sliding down my length.
We both moaned, our foreheads meeting as my dick was reintroduced to the softest, wettest pussy I had ever had the pleasure of fucking.
“Damn…” fell from my lips as my eyes closed and I reveled in the feel of her silkiness along my hardness.
She started to move, but I gripped her hips tight. “No baby, just…take your time. I need to feel you. I need this.” I confessed not caring at all how it sounded to her.
She didn’t ask any questions or say a word. I slouched further into the couch and allowed her to work me slow, to ease the tension in my body and relax me.
I was into talking dirty like any other man, but most of the time the shit I said, I didn’t mean, it was just something to say. It wasn’t like that with my wife, of course. When I told her she felt good, I meant it. But the women I’ve been with after her…yeah that was just me saying whatever I needed to say to get her to come so I could finish and go home.
But Phoebe…damn her pussy felt so got damn good. It was as ifshewas made to fit me, and I wasn’t a small man. Her body welcomed me as if I belonged there, cradled me, and squeezed me so tight I always felt as if I would pop like a fucking balloon.
I let out a slow satisfying moan as she kissed along my neck, her fingers in my hair, holding on tight. Not too tight but tight enough to let me know she was in control or trying to be anyway. I allowed it, loving how good she made me feel.
“Damn… Kitten, you feel so damn good. So tight and so fucking wet.” I slapped her ass and squeezed hard, but she never let up on her pace, she rocked back and forth, fucking me just the way I wanted.
“Give me your eyes,” I rasped out, feeling my heart rate increasing as her pussy tightened.
She met my eyes, and I could see she was holding on for dear life, waiting for me to tell her she could move faster, to fuck me harder.
I grabbed her face and kissed her gentle but insistent. I could feel her squeezing the life out of me, but I kept the pace until she tore her lips from mine.
