Series: Penny Dee
Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“No, and this doesn’t change anything. No one can find out. It’s just sex.”
“Just sex,” I repeat. She seems pleased with the affirmation as she comfortably rests her head on my shoulder and begins trailing the tattoos on my stomach with her sharp pointed nail. I can tell she’s thinking. I doubt very rarely is this clever woman not thinking about something.
“Who was that man on the table to you?” she asks, and I know immediately who she’s talking about.
“Pietro Vescari,” I say immediately. “He was my uncle.”
Her fingertip freezes briefly on my stomach before she continues. The sharp dig of her nail feels almost soothing as she says, “Have you found any leads?”
My gaze slices to the top of her head, and she doesn’t look at me. I suspect she’s hiding something, but I’ve accepted the fact that this woman is full of secrets.
Secrets I plan to reveal one by one, with the patience of a lifetime, because I have no intention of letting Leonore escape my grasp. I’ll let her think she’s in control, but I won’t release her until I’ve had my fill, and for some reason, I don’t think I’ll ever find it. Even when she’s not close by, I’m wondering about her and when I can get my next fix.
“I found the body,” I finally say, and then she looks up at me.
“What?” She shoots up, but I catch her elbow, pulling her back into my chest.
“Calm down, Doc. We were able to have a funeral for him, like he deserved.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this? Isn’t this the whole reason you started bothering me in the first place?”
I hide the smile. “And I’ve continued bothering you because I like the feel of you around my cock.”
Her expression shifts subtly, as if she’s working something out. I can see irritation there, but it shifts into something gentler as she asks, “Do you know who did it?”
“I have suspicions, but I’m waiting for them to reveal themselves. It won’t be too long.” She seems to turn a shade paler. “Why, do you know who did it?”
“No,” she’s quick to say. “I’m just pissed that you didn’t tell me. I want to know who the fuck was ballsy enough to break into my place of work. You were supposed to tell me.”
“As you were supposed to tell me if you found out anything as well…”
“I told you, I didn’t.” Hmm, I’m not entirely sure she’s telling the truth.
“The Neros. So now you can stop working with them.” I don’t usually divulge in details. Especially to someone who isn’t involved in my crew. However, I’m curious how someone like Leonore moves forward.
She clicks her tongue and straddles me, her ass pressing against my twitching cock. Then she curves a vicious smile. “Then I suppose our work together ends too.”
I lean up, forcing her more appropriately against my growing cock. “Not at all, Doc. You’ll remain as my mortician and the person I fuck.”
A haughty laugh escapes her as she grinds herself against my cock, which swells just from the simple touch of her. “Who says I want to see you again after tonight? Besides, you need to remember…” She leans down, brushing her hot breath beside my ear and nibbling at it. “You don’t tell me what to do or who I can work with.”
I slide my hands to her hips, gripping her tightly. “Say that more confidently when you’re impaled on my cock, sweetheart.”
Her vicious smile stretches as she slides her hand between us and grabs my cock.
“Remember, it’s a privilege that I let you touch me at all. Next time you see me, I might not be so nice.”
Fuck me, this woman is everything.
And the opposite of nice. She’s crazy, commanding, and secretive.
Far from a beautiful creature that obeys.
27
LEONORE
I’ve been on a high. There is no denying that. I’m on such a high that even Tori notices.
“I’ve just…” she says. “Never seen you smile so much.”
It’s because I keep thinking about the sex.
Maybe I am becoming addicted to the sex. It could be labeled as a bad thing, but the alternative is that I like him more than I should. But I immediately push that thought away because I don’t let myself like anyone.
“I smile,” I tell her, matter-of-factly. At least I think I do.
“Hmm, if you say so,” she says in a singsong way. Shit, maybe I don’t smile. Oh well. It’s been a week since I’ve seen him, and I’ve been riding the high. Not only do I get to work on some amazing cases, but I also sleep like a baby.
Sleep for me is sometimes hit or miss. Some days, I can sleep like a baby, and others, I toss and turn. The worst is when I get restless legs. That is so annoying.