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“Marianne Meyer and Andrea Moran?” “They’re on a Lee and Indy Sex Watch.” “Come again?” “They want to know when we’ve done it.” Silence. I went on, “If we don’t do it soon, they might force us to at gunpoint.” “Christ.” “I know. No pressure though. I told them we’re taking it slow.” “You have to report in?” he asked. “I kind of feel obliged,” I admitted.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. Self-preservation kicked in over the panic and I lied. “Nothing.” He turned fully to me and his arm went around the back of my chair again, his other forearm resting on the table, fencing me in. “What’s the matter?” he repeated. “Nothing!” I snapped. He watched me for a couple of beats and then he said calmly, “We’re gonna have to work at kickin’ your lying habit.”
Lee was good with his hands, with his mouth. His body was so warm it was hot, and it not only felt good because of the warmth, but because it was hard and heavy. He was strong, which made me feel safe. Something else was hard and pressing against my thigh, and I knew what that something looked like and I wanted it. First in my hand, then in me, and if there was time in between, there were other things I was considering doing with it.
The choir had already warmed up, and within minutes his talented mouth and tongue sent me straight to the high note of the aria.
He didn’t have to know that even though I agreed with him, I was still going to do whatever the hell I wanted to do.
“From now on, when I have to be in here I can look at this couch, remember having a piece of your sweet ass on it and the time will go a fuck of a lot faster.” Yikes. I should have been horrified, maybe, or offended. Instead I liked the idea of him thinking of me in his office, even that way, or maybe especially that way. I liked the fact that he told me, matter of fact. It wasn’t a roses and champagne compliment, but it worked all the same. “Oh, all right,” I gave in on a sigh, wrapping my arms around him. He kissed me, but I could swear I felt his body shaking like he was laughing.
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Oh, and he was seriously hot. Yep, I was definitely going to have to bring Marianne here. And probably Andrea, and more than likely, Tod. It was like Chippendales, but better.
Instead, he became a cop. He was now vice, considered a definite maverick (according to Dad, with hints of admiration) and a loose cannon (according to Malcolm, with hints of disapproval).
“There’s naked gratitude in it for him,” I blurted in an attempt to save Lee’s reputation. The mirrored shades turned to me. “I should hope so.” Eddie leaned in close. “Just for your information, for me, gratitude for hangin’ with a Chow wouldn’t be naked. It would include black lace underwear, a matching garter belt, stockings and stilettos.” Wow.
“I don’t have black lace underwear and a matching garter belt,” I told Lee. Eddie leaned back and chuckled again. Lee’s face didn’t change. “I have red lace underwear and a matching garter belt,” I said. This was true, I did. Eddie quit chuckling. “And black satin underwear and a garter belt. And then there’s my purple teddy thing with attached garters.” I paused. “I’ll model them all and you can choose.” I looked at Eddie out of the corner of my eye and the smile was gone. Then I sat back. My work was done. Lee granted me A Smile. It was small but it was meaningful. “You’ve always been a
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“Yeah,” Duke replied then looked out the window. “Ain’t none of my concern, but I gotta tell you, it’s good to see you and Lee aren’t circlin’ each other anymore. Your grandmother used to say that you were two souls separated in heaven. She mainly meant you were both trouble and deserved each other.” Great. Duke went on, “She’d be fuckin’ thrilled if she was still alive.” I felt my throat close up. When it reopened, I said quietly, “Thanks, Duke.”
I didn’t think bad guys would be scared off by a Chow with fur chaps and attitude.
any person, man or woman, not afraid of a chow is a cold hard idiot fur chaps or no js
“What else do you love about me?” He had that soft look. His eyes were melty and he had his own satisfied expression that was supremely sexy, but I had the feeling that he was very alert. “I love your ass, your hair and your legs,” he answered. “That’s it?” “No, I also love your eyes.” The eyes he loved narrowed. “That’s it?”
“For what it’s worth, I’ll share my intentions,” he went on. “You and me, we aren’t practice for the real thing. It isn’t that too much is at stake with family and friends. It’s because I love you.
“Maybe we should have this conversation in an alternate universe where Alternate Indy gives a shit what Alternate Lee wants her to wear.”
“This is more like it,” Tex said.
“Food fight!” Tex boomed, and I turned and shushed him.
I’m crying lololol I love him
Wicked. I kinda wanted him to take me to work on the Ducati, but I wasn’t going to ask. “I’ll take you out on the bike tonight,” Lee offered, the crinkles showing beside his eyes. “Get out of my brain,” I returned, putting my hand on my hip.
“Escalated hostilities, on both sides,” I answered. I wanted to talk to Lee, see Lee, hear from someone that Lee was okay, even if it was a disembodied communication from a higher deity.
Nevertheless, I pulled my cop’s daughter shroud around me. It wasn’t impenetrable, but it would do the trick in a pinch. I sat on my couch, pulled my heels up on the seat, rested my cheek on my knees and waited.
You live, you learn. Unfortunately, all my life, I’d always learned the hard way.
“You can name a boy Ally,” she tried. “I’m not naming a boy Ally. He’ll get the shit knocked out of him in school.” “Muhammad Ali didn’t get the shit knocked out of him. He knocked the shit out of everyone else,” she pointed out. “Muhammad Ali was born with the name Cassius Clay. Cassius Clay is a kickass name. No one would fuck with a Cassius Clay.”
Then I said, “Love you.” Silence for a beat then, quietly, “Love you too.” That didn’t only cause a thrill, it gave me a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. I hit the off button and Ally said, “You guys are kinda making me sick with all this gushy stuff.” I stared at her. “I just said ‘love you.’ That’s hardly gushy.” “It’s gushy for you.” This was true.
But time is time, and the more you have, the more it’s on your side.”
Noting she seemed unconcerned about future mayhem, considering creating mayhem was her way, even before the recent intensifying of it, but it was concerning to Lee, he looked to the ceiling in search of deliverance. As usual, he found none.
She smiled at him. Definitely at the top of the list. Indy Savage’s smile. As much as he liked it, Lee angled his head and kissed it off her face.
But at his condo he’d come hard, as he always did with Indy. She’d learn, and she was learning. Naked gratitude went both ways. Indy, being Indy, though, pushed it. “Will you teach me how to pick locks?” “No.” “Ugh. You’re no fun.” He was fun enough half an hour ago.
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Lee didn’t like failure. He took great pains to avoid it. He considered his attraction to Cherry Blackwell a failure.
He slid into the booth and turned to his woman to see if she was okay. The second he did, he had her hand in his face, and as she forked burrito into her mouth with her other hand, she spoke into her phone, which was tucked to her ear with her head tipped to the side to hold it to her shoulder. “Ally,” she said with a full mouth, then swallowed. “You will not believe what just happened!” She was okay.
This room was her. The real her. All woman. The power of the feminine. Having it and flaunting it. But there was a delicacy to it. Her hidden core. The softness. The sweetness. The vulnerability she refused to show, except to the man who she let sleep at her side. And that was powerful too. He felt like an invader in this room. He’d worked hard for the honor of being in her bed.
