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“More. Please.”
Before she could utter another word, he plunged a finger inside of her. The force brought her to her toes with a gasp.
Grasping her hip, he pressed her further into the wall. “Warm and soft, just like sunshine and snow.”
As she arched into him, seeking friction and urging him deeper, she lost herself in his sweet torture. How could this manmake her do things she’d never dreamed of, like chasing an orgasm in the middle of the investigation of a lifetime?
It was unprofessional.
Unethical.
Un-freaking-believable.
Malgor could walk through that door right now with a gun pointed at her head, and he’d have to wait for their showdown until she found her release.
“Please, I need…” She wound her fingers through his hair. Waves undulated in her belly with each thrust, each twist of his wrist. She needed more. Needed all of him. “Please, Cannon.”
He clutched her tight enough to leave a bruise as he spiked his tongue into the sweet spot she craved.
“Is that what you need, Snow Angel?” he hummed against her.
“God, yes.”
Cupping her ass, he pulled her to him and sucked until she whimpered his name over and over. With an abandon she hadn’t known she possessed, she yanked on his head. His laugh or his moan, or maybe a delightful tangle of both, skittered across her clit before he drew it into his mouth.
The waves rolling between her belly and her sex gathered force. Her knees locked and her breath ceased. The sight of him fully clothed on his knees, worshiping her nearly naked body like she was the angel he called her, only heightened the intensity as he veered his mouth to her inner thigh and bit her sensitive flesh.
The delicious pain bowed her back. “Cannon.”
“You like when I mark you?” His tongue found her center again as he repeated the question.
“God, yes.”
Another long, hard suck spiraled her close to the point she’d been begging to reach. The waves crested and buckled her legs, but she wasn’t afraid of falling into him.
He rose to his feet, his fingers pushing, pressing, invading her in the most sinfully sweet way and bringing her to her toes again. Shoving his jacket off, she clamped her hands on his shoulders. Her fingers dug into muscle as she lowered her lashes and savored every breath-stealing sensation flowing through her.
He stilled. “Look at me, Snow Angel.”
She raised her eyes. Male satisfaction lit his blue gaze as he licked his wet, swollen lips.
“I like it when you listen to me.” He bent his head and clamped his mouth over the mark he’d left on her shoulder. “And when you beg.”
She’d sworn she’d never beg Malgor for mercy, but she would beg Cannon every night if it meant more of this exquisite treatment.
“Please, Cannon.”
She didn’t need to utter another plea before he squeezed her clit and she detonated.
Instead of begging, she groaned his name over and over as the relentless pressure he’d built crested the mountain. White-hot heat cascaded through her body with the intensity of a blizzard. Clinging to him like she’d be forever lost in the blissful fallout if he let her go, she rode him like he was the most thrilling black diamond she’d ever encountered.
A knock pounded on the door as she slid against the doorframe.
Cannon supported her in his embrace and cursed. “What is it?”
“Pileup on the interstate. You’re needed in the ER,” Irene said.
He dropped his forehead to Rosalie’s and pulled in air. “Sorry, Snow Angel. Duty calls. Again.”
