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“You know how loud you are at times. You tend to lose your senses when you’re fucking me.” A broad grin spread across my lips. I patted his chest with my left hand harder than necessary for two reasons: to hurt Catch and to show off the ring to the officer.
“Ma’am.” The look on the cop's face when his eyes settled onto my busted lip, on the tail end of healing, said it all. I didn’t envy the look he cast at Catch. “Can we speak privately for a moment?”
“Oh, you want to talk about this?” I gestured toward my lip. “My soon-to-be-husband had a wife. She didn’t take the news too well that there was going to be a new Mrs…” I racked my brain for a name to throw out “…Kelly.”
“I hope he’s worth it,” the cop muttered.
“She only got to hit me once. She lost the fight, and I won the man. I’ll find out soon if he’s worth every bit of the punch I took for him. Anyway, officer, as I’m sure my fiancé told you, we didn’t hear anything last night. Can you say anything about what happened?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t, ma’am.” With a nod, he headed toward the door. He left a card on the table on his way out. “In case you think of anything else, or…” He looked at Catch, studying his hands. Finding no evidence on Catch’s knuckles to prove he abused me, the cop relaxed, and headed out of the door.
“Catch Kelly?” His forehead lifted in amusement.
“I had to think on the spot. I knew you’d never tell him your real last name, since you won’t tell me the first name on your birth certificate.” I slipped away from him and carried my body to the bed. “Catch, what happens when they go through the records and find out we were in that room, or see us on the cameras?”
A slow-forming grin should’ve brought me comfort, it was full of enough devilry to steal it immediately away from me. “The only thing they will find is that we checked into this room last night and checked out this morning.”
“How did you manage that?”
“I have friends in low places.” He stepped toward me, and with the softest touch, lifted my chin to scan my busted lip. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he moved it up my torso to examine the bruise Temple left on my stomach. If I hadn’t studied him as hard as he studied me, I would’ve missed the tinge of anger flickering in his eyes and the slight shake of his head.
“Why did you do that to them?” I kept my voice low.
He leaned forward, his face a hairsbreadth from mine with his fists balled, denting the bed on either side of my legs. “I would have to be something close to a superhero to murder all those people.”
“Or a super assassin,” I mumbled. “Why can’t you ever give me a simple answer? Are you trying to fuck my head?”
A darkness clouded his eyes. “If I was, you wouldn’t need to question it. You’ll feel every inch of me when I fully penetrate your mind.”
I crossed and uncrossed my legs. My mind and body fell out of sync and stood on two separate sides.
“Is there a valid excuse for why you didn’t listen to me and made more work for my associates?”
I jolted to my feet, bumping into him as I did. “You didn’t exactly give me directions on what to do other than to wait for you.”
“I never thought there was a need to explain.” He crossed one arm over his brawny chest and thumbed his chin.
I wagged my finger at him. “You can stop dancing in my head now. You were my superhero. You saved me…again. Go ahead and claim your cape.”
“I’m not much of a showboater.” He slid his hands into the pockets of his denims.
“Really, Catch?” I arched a brow, my lips tensing into a mocking grin.
“Let me rephrase; I’m not comfortable with dramatic arrogance.” He leaned into me, the back of his hand stroked my palm, evoking the odd sensation I couldn’t name again. “You’ve been given another chance to think about my offer.”
“Fate is a fickle bitch. Fuck fate. She
“Ma’am.” The look on the cop's face when his eyes settled onto my busted lip, on the tail end of healing, said it all. I didn’t envy the look he cast at Catch. “Can we speak privately for a moment?”
“Oh, you want to talk about this?” I gestured toward my lip. “My soon-to-be-husband had a wife. She didn’t take the news too well that there was going to be a new Mrs…” I racked my brain for a name to throw out “…Kelly.”
“I hope he’s worth it,” the cop muttered.
“She only got to hit me once. She lost the fight, and I won the man. I’ll find out soon if he’s worth every bit of the punch I took for him. Anyway, officer, as I’m sure my fiancé told you, we didn’t hear anything last night. Can you say anything about what happened?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t, ma’am.” With a nod, he headed toward the door. He left a card on the table on his way out. “In case you think of anything else, or…” He looked at Catch, studying his hands. Finding no evidence on Catch’s knuckles to prove he abused me, the cop relaxed, and headed out of the door.
“Catch Kelly?” His forehead lifted in amusement.
“I had to think on the spot. I knew you’d never tell him your real last name, since you won’t tell me the first name on your birth certificate.” I slipped away from him and carried my body to the bed. “Catch, what happens when they go through the records and find out we were in that room, or see us on the cameras?”
A slow-forming grin should’ve brought me comfort, it was full of enough devilry to steal it immediately away from me. “The only thing they will find is that we checked into this room last night and checked out this morning.”
“How did you manage that?”
“I have friends in low places.” He stepped toward me, and with the softest touch, lifted my chin to scan my busted lip. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he moved it up my torso to examine the bruise Temple left on my stomach. If I hadn’t studied him as hard as he studied me, I would’ve missed the tinge of anger flickering in his eyes and the slight shake of his head.
“Why did you do that to them?” I kept my voice low.
He leaned forward, his face a hairsbreadth from mine with his fists balled, denting the bed on either side of my legs. “I would have to be something close to a superhero to murder all those people.”
“Or a super assassin,” I mumbled. “Why can’t you ever give me a simple answer? Are you trying to fuck my head?”
A darkness clouded his eyes. “If I was, you wouldn’t need to question it. You’ll feel every inch of me when I fully penetrate your mind.”
I crossed and uncrossed my legs. My mind and body fell out of sync and stood on two separate sides.
“Is there a valid excuse for why you didn’t listen to me and made more work for my associates?”
I jolted to my feet, bumping into him as I did. “You didn’t exactly give me directions on what to do other than to wait for you.”
“I never thought there was a need to explain.” He crossed one arm over his brawny chest and thumbed his chin.
I wagged my finger at him. “You can stop dancing in my head now. You were my superhero. You saved me…again. Go ahead and claim your cape.”
“I’m not much of a showboater.” He slid his hands into the pockets of his denims.
“Really, Catch?” I arched a brow, my lips tensing into a mocking grin.
“Let me rephrase; I’m not comfortable with dramatic arrogance.” He leaned into me, the back of his hand stroked my palm, evoking the odd sensation I couldn’t name again. “You’ve been given another chance to think about my offer.”
“Fate is a fickle bitch. Fuck fate. She
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