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asleep with her warm body draped over his.
"Why not?" he questioned, backing up to sit at the desk.
He rotated the chair so he faced her.
"Look, this...this was a mistake. It shouldn't have
happened. I just wanted to make sure you were okay
and...well, obviously you are. So...thank you for the date."
He caught her at the door as she bolted. Hand around her
wrist, he pulled her back to him, ignoring the others out in
the main area, all of whom seemed mighty interested in the
goings on between them.
"Oh, hell no, Tiffie. Not again. You have this predilection
for running. I'll be damned if you hightail it out of here and
away from me again." She tugged on her arm, but he merely
tightened his grip. "I'll drive you home."
"What if I have a ride?" she bit off.
"Then you can damn well come back and get it. Now, are
you walking or would you like me to carry you over my
shoulder?"
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"Need help here, Carmine? She seems like a handful," a
male voice interjected.
"Stuff it, Mahoney," he retorted. "I don't need help." Jesse
never took his gaze off the raging inferno in Tiffie's eyes. He
knew she was beginning to be embarrassed over what just
happened, but he didn't give a damn. "What's it going to be,
Tiffie?"
Her eyes flashed brown lightning, and he released her
before gesturing for her to lead the way.
Tiffie sat in the passenger seat stewing. How could I have
been so stupid? Doing that in a police station. And yet...all
she could recall was how blessed wonderful it had been to be
in Jesse's arms. The feel of his stubbled skin along her cheek,
the scent of his skin, and not to mention his large thick shaft
filling her in a way that only he could.
She tightened her legs and wished she wasn't craving
more like a wanton. In the glow from the streetlights and the
instrument panel, she noticed him watching her as he drove.
Fighting the urge to cross her arms, Tiffie sighed.
"What?" he asked in a husky tone. "Thinking about all the
fun times we had in this truck?"
Her belly clenched, and her pussy throbbed at the
memories. Front seat. Back seat. Even in the bed of the
truck. Not to mention against the side, her brain chimed in.
Her skin flushed, and she had a dry cottony mouth.
"No," she managed to mutter.
"I am." He spoke in a conversational tone like it was the
weather he talked about. "Especially the time we drove out
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into the woods and spent the night looking up at the stars.
Among other things. Do you remember those other things?"
Did she ever. She'd lost count of how many times she'd
orgasmed that night. Not to mention how she lost her voice
due to all the screaming she did.
"Is this conversation really necessary?" she asked.
He downshifted and turned into her driveway. Pulling up
behind her car, he put the truck in neutral and set the brake.
"I think it is. No more running away, Tiffie. Now, are you
asking me in, or am I kidnapping you?"
The devil on her shoulder shouted, Kidnap me. She knew
exactly what would happen if she went with him. Clothes
would be removed and lots of touching would commence. Lots
and lots of touching. Caressing. Not to mention the mind-
blowing orgasms, hot no-holds-barred sex.
She shook her head to clear her mind. Focus, Tiffany. We
need to focus right now, or this man will smooth talk us right
out of our clothes, she told herself. Not like she'd put up that
much of fight.
"Fine. You can come in but no mention of anything that
happened today and give me your jacket to cover up this
blood on my shirt." She didn't want to have to explain
anything to Sandra. Or Jess.
"I don't have a jacket, but there is a shirt in my bag."
While he shut off the truck, she leaned over the middle
console and rooted around in his duffle bag. Sinking back to
the seat, she tugged the shirt on over her head, effectively
hiding the bloody tank she wore. Immediately, Tiffie was
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surrounded by the unforgettable scent of one Carmine Jessen
Mason Jr., and it drove her into high alert all over again.
"Come on," she said without looking at him.
He never said a word, but she could feel him behind her. A
large disturbingly comforting presence. After a slight pause at
the door, she swung it open. Jess sat at the coffee table in
the living room studiously piecing together a puzzle a 3D
one of a castle, while soft R&B played throughout the house.
"Hey, Jess," she said. "Where's your mom?"
"Kitchen making supper." The announcement came without
the child even looking away from her project.
"Say hi to Officer Mason, Jess." She headed to the kitchen.
"Jesse! Did you come to help me with this puzzle?"
The enthusiastic greeting made her turn in time to see
Jess hugging him. Traitor, I can't get even a simple look, and
he gets a hug. Not that she blamed the girl. She would take
any opportunity to have her arms around him. Tiffie watched
him lower himself down beside her niece. With an eye roll,
she stepped into the kitchen.
"Sandra, just so you know, Officer Mason came back with
me. He's out with Jess working on the puzzle. I need to
change then I'll come help you."
Wiping her hands on a towel, Sandra strode up and peered
past her to the living room. She quirked a brow and gave a
murmur of appreciation. "I can see why things are
'complicated' between you two."
She ground her teeth. "I'm going to change."
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"Can I offer up a suggestion?" Tiffie waited somewhat
patiently for her sister to continue. "If you don't want Jess
asking you questions, you should hide your hickey better." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]