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The way his brows crease, I’m almost sorry I mentioned it. Back outside, I hand him the paper bag and we walk in silence until we arrive at the corner lot where we bought the accursed fir. If not for the carpet of needles, no one would know there were dozens for sale a couple days ago.
Suds scratches his head. “I guess that’s that. They must’ve sold out. I tell you what we’re gonna do. I’ll move the putrid tree to the curb and leave the finger with the precinct. If we’re lucky, we can make love before Mia brings Mikey home.”
My clit twitches at the thought of sex but I’m not quite ready to give up. “I paid for pine scent and ended up with Cadaver No5.”
“Let’s go to our office and study our options.” Snickering, he tucks my hand into the crook of his elbow.
As he rushes me down the street, I squeeze his thick bicep. “You just want me alone so you can have your wicked way with me.”
“Yes ma’am, and with no interruptions.” When he lengthens his strides, I skip to keep up, and grin.
“You couldn’t possibly be referring to my dear cousin Joey?”
Stopping at the corner, his dark brows raise, and one side of his mouth curls up. “Or Mia, or Rose, or Frankie, or the hundreds of family members who traipse through the building during fuck-time hours. As I seem to recall, that’s why we bought our own goddamn house.”
“I know baby. I’m working the problem.”Is it my fault Sal is the only neighborhood plumber I’m allowed to call?
At our office door, we climb the narrow stairwell, and walk through the tiny foyer. Inside, we take off our outerwear, then Suds pushes me to the wall.
After a breathtaking kiss, he nips my lower lip and whispers in my ear, “Why can’t we stay here? At least we’d have some privacy.”
I point to the spiral staircase and laugh. “Remember Mikey on those?”
“I’d rope it off.”
“And he’d use it to scale the heights, then find a blanket to parachute over the railing. Our job is to keep him alive until he’s old enough for BUD/S.”
Spotting the open laptop on the conference room table, I login. “Before we jump into bed, can you get a print off the finger ornament?”
He lets out a deep sigh, pulls the baggie out of his pocket and holds it in the air by the sink. “You askin’ for me to unzip this?”
“God, no. Take a screen shot and send it to me. Then… I don’t know… Hide it in the freezer.” Swallowing hard, I turn my head and refuse to watch.
When the image shows up in my inbox, I put it through Patten’s database but get no hits. “Not even a parking ticket.”
“Like I said, sugar, the guy probably cut it off with a power tool. Shit like this happens. Time’s a wastin’. Come to bed.”
“You have an insatiable appetite, Mr. Sutcliff. Give me one more minute. The teen who sold us the tree must know who paid him.”
While I search the local high schools’ websites, Suds stands behind me, cups my breasts, and nibbles my neck. “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”
“Is that what we’re calling him?” No longer able to resist my husband’s clever hands, I swivel my chair, and unzip his jeans.
After wrapping my fingers around his cock, I give the tip a kiss, and ask, “Hey dude, how’s it going?”
“Poor Jack’s got serious catchin’ up to do. He needs sex every day, most often, twice.” Brows creased, Suds sets my butt on the table, steps between my legs, and rubs his hard want against my core. “Damn, I want you.”
I point to the far wall where pre-WWII glass stretches from our floor to the ceiling above the loft. The subway stop across the street is at eye level and people appear to be staring straight at us.
“Babe, are we givin’ out tickets to our free show?”
“At this hour, no one can see through the glare. I’ve checked.” The way he laughs causes me to suck in my breath, and wonder.
“You sure?” Making love in front of a large window is naughty, terrifying, and yet my sex throbs.
Chuckling, he steps out of his clothes and puts his magnificent nakedness on display. “If you want, I could run out and ask.”
My core already wet, I lean back on my elbows and spread my legs. “You better be right.”
