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by one.” He finished unbuttoning her blouse and deftly undid the front clasp of her bra, freeing her full, heavy breasts. “My God, you’re even more beautiful than I thought.”
He began to gently caress her nipples with one hand while he put his other hand behind her head, pulling her mouth to his. He kissed her passionately. She could feel his hard-on pushing against his jeans. “Jesus, Elena. I don’t know how long I can last.”
He unzipped her jeans while she unbuttoned his shirt and undid his jeans, releasing his fully erect penis as he stepped out of them. Elena’s clothes dropped off, revealing silk and lace underwear. The blue thong covered her lush pubic area, and she could feel herself becoming wet with desire.
Jordan sat down on the bed and pulled her to him, kissing her breasts. He pulled the thong down and she stepped out of it. She straddled him, gently guiding his pulsating erection into her wetness. She began to move up and down in a slow erotic manner. Jordan couldn’t take it any longer. “Elena, get off of me and lie down. Hurry, I want to feel every part of you!”
Afterward, when Jordan was capable of speaking, he said, “I’m crushing you.” He rolled off and pulled her to him. They stayed that way for a long time, each lost in their own thoughts.
I’ve never felt this sexually attracted to any woman. What in the hell is going on? I don’t really know anything about her. Talk about an affair to remember. This is the one. And me, the one the rest of the detectives call “Mr. Cautious,” because I’m so careful about the women I see. This is completely unlike me, but there’s something irresistible about her.
My God, Elena thought . What have I done? I’ve never had a sexual experience like what just happened. I don’t want it to end. But a detective, and one from Southern California? Thank God he’s leaving soon. I’m just going to enjoy the next few days and then he’ll be on his way and my world will be back to normal. I’ll never see him again, and that’s probably for the best.
“Up, beautiful lady. I’m starving. I’ll get dressed and light the barbecue. See you outside.”
They dined on baked potatoes, steak, salad and fresh bread. The chocolate mousse Elena had made earlier for dessert stayed in the refrigerator as they eagerly returned to her bedroom after dinner.
“Jordan, please spend the night.”
“You have no idea how much I want to,” he said as he kissed her, “but I need to get back to the chateau and see if Chief Lewis has sent me anything. You do remember that this is a business trip?”
“What kind of business?” she whispered as she gently unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside the opening.
Much later he left her and drove to the chateau. After he left, she stood in front of the mirror, searching for wrinkles.
Could it be? Could I have found the formulas that keep people from aging and feeling depressed? I wouldn’t have to age and I’d never have to be depressed again. But now what? I’ll need a chemist and the ingredients. I’ll think about it tomorrow, when I’m not so tired.
CHAPTER 12
Jordan rolled over and looked at the bedside clock. It was 8:00 a.m., which was extremely late for him. Well , I can justify this one. I didn’t get back to my room until well after 2:00 a.m.
He smiled as he thought back to the previous night. That is one hell of a woman . I can’t remember ever spending a night like that. They’d made love before dinner and twice after dinner.
Jordan walked over to the desk and retrieved his cell phone. Chief Lewis had emailed him a memo.
Thanks for the photographs and doing such a good job. I’m shopping the man’s photo around, trying to find someone who can identify him. I’ve contacted a friend of mine who works for U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement. I’m hoping he can get the photo put into their new machine which matches submitted photos with passport photos. I want
He began to gently caress her nipples with one hand while he put his other hand behind her head, pulling her mouth to his. He kissed her passionately. She could feel his hard-on pushing against his jeans. “Jesus, Elena. I don’t know how long I can last.”
He unzipped her jeans while she unbuttoned his shirt and undid his jeans, releasing his fully erect penis as he stepped out of them. Elena’s clothes dropped off, revealing silk and lace underwear. The blue thong covered her lush pubic area, and she could feel herself becoming wet with desire.
Jordan sat down on the bed and pulled her to him, kissing her breasts. He pulled the thong down and she stepped out of it. She straddled him, gently guiding his pulsating erection into her wetness. She began to move up and down in a slow erotic manner. Jordan couldn’t take it any longer. “Elena, get off of me and lie down. Hurry, I want to feel every part of you!”
Afterward, when Jordan was capable of speaking, he said, “I’m crushing you.” He rolled off and pulled her to him. They stayed that way for a long time, each lost in their own thoughts.
I’ve never felt this sexually attracted to any woman. What in the hell is going on? I don’t really know anything about her. Talk about an affair to remember. This is the one. And me, the one the rest of the detectives call “Mr. Cautious,” because I’m so careful about the women I see. This is completely unlike me, but there’s something irresistible about her.
My God, Elena thought . What have I done? I’ve never had a sexual experience like what just happened. I don’t want it to end. But a detective, and one from Southern California? Thank God he’s leaving soon. I’m just going to enjoy the next few days and then he’ll be on his way and my world will be back to normal. I’ll never see him again, and that’s probably for the best.
“Up, beautiful lady. I’m starving. I’ll get dressed and light the barbecue. See you outside.”
They dined on baked potatoes, steak, salad and fresh bread. The chocolate mousse Elena had made earlier for dessert stayed in the refrigerator as they eagerly returned to her bedroom after dinner.
“Jordan, please spend the night.”
“You have no idea how much I want to,” he said as he kissed her, “but I need to get back to the chateau and see if Chief Lewis has sent me anything. You do remember that this is a business trip?”
“What kind of business?” she whispered as she gently unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside the opening.
Much later he left her and drove to the chateau. After he left, she stood in front of the mirror, searching for wrinkles.
Could it be? Could I have found the formulas that keep people from aging and feeling depressed? I wouldn’t have to age and I’d never have to be depressed again. But now what? I’ll need a chemist and the ingredients. I’ll think about it tomorrow, when I’m not so tired.
CHAPTER 12
Jordan rolled over and looked at the bedside clock. It was 8:00 a.m., which was extremely late for him. Well , I can justify this one. I didn’t get back to my room until well after 2:00 a.m.
He smiled as he thought back to the previous night. That is one hell of a woman . I can’t remember ever spending a night like that. They’d made love before dinner and twice after dinner.
Jordan walked over to the desk and retrieved his cell phone. Chief Lewis had emailed him a memo.
Thanks for the photographs and doing such a good job. I’m shopping the man’s photo around, trying to find someone who can identify him. I’ve contacted a friend of mine who works for U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement. I’m hoping he can get the photo put into their new machine which matches submitted photos with passport photos. I want
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