Fatal Series 01 - Fatal Affair

flirting and enticing.
    When she needed to breathe, Sam broke the kiss and moved with painstaking slowness, rising up until they were barely connected, and then taking him deep again. If his sharp intake of air was any indication, he liked it. A lot. So she stopped. “Are you still mad at me?”
    “Yes.” With his hands on her hips, he tried to control the pace, but she wouldn’t be controlled. “Sam…” He moaned, his eyes closed, his jaw tight with tension. “Babe…” Overpowering her, he held her in place and pumped into her. “Come for me. Now.”
    She rolled her hips, but the orgasm hovered just out of reach. “I can’t ,” she whimpered.
    Without losing their connection, he turned them over and gave it to her hard and fast, the way she’d told him she liked it, as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth.
    She cried out when she reached the climax that had eluded her.
    Calling out her name, he went with her.
    Her fingers danced through the dampness on his back. “You didn’t have to do that.”
    He raised his head and found her eyes in the milky darkness. “Do what?”
    “Wait for me.” Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she was grateful for the dark.
    He kissed her. “I’ll always wait for you.”
    “It doesn’t always happen.”
    “It has with me unless you’ve been faking.”
    She smacked his shoulder. “I haven’t!”
    “I know,” he said, laughing as he rolled to his side and brought her with him.
    “It’s been an issue…in the past.”
    “It’s not an issue now.”
    Reaching up to caress his face, she pressed her lips to his neck and breathed in the warm spicy scent she was quickly coming to crave. “I guess the right partner makes all the difference, even when he’s mad with you.”
    “Especially then.” His fingers danced over her hip, sending a new shiver of desire racing through her. “Want to try for a two-fer?”
    “That never happens.”
    He eased her onto her back and kissed his way down the front of her. “Baby, I love a challenge.”

    Sam skipped through her morning routine with far more energy than she should have had. Multiple orgasms had multiple benefits. Who knew? With one last glance at Nick sleeping on his belly, she went downstairs in desperate need of a soda. As the first blessed mouthful cruised through her system, she realized she had no way to get to HQ.
    Laughing softly, she called Freddie and asked him to pick her up. Since her dad wasn’t up yet, she decided to wait for Freddie on the front porch. She surveyed the quiet street, wondering if Peter was out there somewhere watching her and waiting for his next opportunity. They would’ve called her if they’d found him, so she knew it was possible he was watching her.
    “Come and get me, you bastard. You won’t catch me off guard a second time.”
    As she took another long drink of soda, Freddie’s battered Mustang came around the corner with a loud backfire.
    “Gonna wake up the whole freaking neighborhood,” she grumbled.
    He pulled up to the house and leaned over to unlock the passenger door.
    “Do I need a tetanus shot before I ride in this thing?”
    “What’s that they say about beggars and choosers?”
    She battled with the seatbelt. “I’ve got to requisition a new ride.”
    “I’ll take care of that for you, boss.” He offered her one of the powdered donuts from the package on his lap.
    With a scowl, she took one and turned so she could see him. “You’ve done some good work on this case, Cruz. Damn good.”
    His face lit up with pleasure. “Thanks. So after I got home last night, I was kinda wired and couldn’t sleep, ya know?”
    “Uh huh.” Her face flushed when she thought of how she’d worked off her own tension.
    “I got to thinking that maybe there’s some sort of connection besides the sexual kind between O’Connor and one of our people of interest.”
    “What kind of connection?”
    “A domestic—cook, caterer, cleaning lady, gardener.”
    “Possible. Where you going with it?”
    “I know this is way out there, but what if one of the domestics found out about the kid, Thomas, and told someone who’d be infuriated by it?”
    “Worth looking into.”
    “You think?”
    “When are you going to start having some faith in yourself and your instincts?”
    “I don’t know. Soon. I hope.”
    “So do I, because you’re starting to piss me off.”
    “You know what pisses me off?” He took his eyes off the