couldn’t risk a case just because the former love of her life had pulled her strings.
******
“Funny meeting you here two nights in a row.” Laura looked up. Tonight she had taken over a table in the corner. But Detective Jones had found her.
“You know,” Laura tapped her pen on the table, “I never caught your first name.” Jones was already pulling out a chair and inviting himself to sit down.
“It’s Tom.” He was handsome when he smiled. Laura hated how attractive he was.
“Tom Jones? Like the singer?” He laughed at that.
“My parents weren’t fans. Of the singer, I mean. They liked the name. I guess that’s obvious.” He shrugged. “So are we having dinner, or just drinks?”
“Neither!” Laura looked down at her paperwork. “I’m working here.”
“You’ve been working all day.” He flipped the case file shut. “And I know full well that a friend of yours is in town.”
“Friend is a sketchy word.” Laura gave him a hard look. Jones held up his hands in defense.
“All right, all right, I’m sorry. Regardless, you don’t need to work tonight.”
“Oh I don’t?” Laura clicked her pen closed. “Well then tell me, just what do I need?”
“You need a drinking buddy.” He gave her a devilish grin. Laura’s immediate reaction was to say no. He’d been an ass the first day they had met. She didn’t particularly want to drink with him, but it truly couldn’t be that bad. Besides, he was probably right, she probably did need a drinking buddy.
“Ok.”
The rest of the evening rapidly escalated into a blur. Laura took note of several shots of tequila burning their way down her throat. He was buying left and right. Laura lost count after four. It was more than she needed to have-ever.
She heard herself declaring to him that she needed to go to bed. He was in agreement. And then he was taking her hand and leading her out of the bar.
They made it as far as the elevator before his lips were on hers. A tiny voice in the back of her head was screaming that this was a terrible idea. He was, after all, a coworker. She should not be getting into something like this with someone she worked with so closely.
But she was. His hands were groping her breasts through her shirt. His fingers reached for the buttons. She stopped him as the elevator doors opened.
They stumbled down the hallway to her room. She was unlocking the door. It took her several tries with the key card.
And then they were inside. Her shirt was being unbuttoned. He’d had on a blue polo shirt. It had mutually been stripped off of him.
His hands tugged her shirt open. They were immediately pulling down her bra. His hands cupped her breasts. Laura heard herself moaning as his lips and tongue traced over them. She was leaning back against the door, her fingers tangled in his sandy hair.
One of his hands had dropped down to rub between her thighs. After a moment, it reached up to undo the button. She was glad she still preferred her sexy underwear. His fingers traced over the thin fabric of the white thong. Then they were inside.
Laura gasped as his fingers passed through the hot wetness that he had found. One finger pushed into her, followed by two. Again she reminded herself that she should not be doing this-not with him. But his fingers felt so good. She just wanted to ride them, keep them going inside of her.
Her hands felt deftly for the clasp of his pants. She found it, pulling it open and freeing him. Her hands wrapped solidly around him. She heard him moaning as he pushed her more forcefully against the door.
His hand left her body. She opened her eyes, disappointed at the momentary loss of contact. It did not last long. Laura gasped as she felt him push into her. His body was thick and solid in her. She heard the
******
“Funny meeting you here two nights in a row.” Laura looked up. Tonight she had taken over a table in the corner. But Detective Jones had found her.
“You know,” Laura tapped her pen on the table, “I never caught your first name.” Jones was already pulling out a chair and inviting himself to sit down.
“It’s Tom.” He was handsome when he smiled. Laura hated how attractive he was.
“Tom Jones? Like the singer?” He laughed at that.
“My parents weren’t fans. Of the singer, I mean. They liked the name. I guess that’s obvious.” He shrugged. “So are we having dinner, or just drinks?”
“Neither!” Laura looked down at her paperwork. “I’m working here.”
“You’ve been working all day.” He flipped the case file shut. “And I know full well that a friend of yours is in town.”
“Friend is a sketchy word.” Laura gave him a hard look. Jones held up his hands in defense.
“All right, all right, I’m sorry. Regardless, you don’t need to work tonight.”
“Oh I don’t?” Laura clicked her pen closed. “Well then tell me, just what do I need?”
“You need a drinking buddy.” He gave her a devilish grin. Laura’s immediate reaction was to say no. He’d been an ass the first day they had met. She didn’t particularly want to drink with him, but it truly couldn’t be that bad. Besides, he was probably right, she probably did need a drinking buddy.
“Ok.”
The rest of the evening rapidly escalated into a blur. Laura took note of several shots of tequila burning their way down her throat. He was buying left and right. Laura lost count after four. It was more than she needed to have-ever.
She heard herself declaring to him that she needed to go to bed. He was in agreement. And then he was taking her hand and leading her out of the bar.
They made it as far as the elevator before his lips were on hers. A tiny voice in the back of her head was screaming that this was a terrible idea. He was, after all, a coworker. She should not be getting into something like this with someone she worked with so closely.
But she was. His hands were groping her breasts through her shirt. His fingers reached for the buttons. She stopped him as the elevator doors opened.
They stumbled down the hallway to her room. She was unlocking the door. It took her several tries with the key card.
And then they were inside. Her shirt was being unbuttoned. He’d had on a blue polo shirt. It had mutually been stripped off of him.
His hands tugged her shirt open. They were immediately pulling down her bra. His hands cupped her breasts. Laura heard herself moaning as his lips and tongue traced over them. She was leaning back against the door, her fingers tangled in his sandy hair.
One of his hands had dropped down to rub between her thighs. After a moment, it reached up to undo the button. She was glad she still preferred her sexy underwear. His fingers traced over the thin fabric of the white thong. Then they were inside.
Laura gasped as his fingers passed through the hot wetness that he had found. One finger pushed into her, followed by two. Again she reminded herself that she should not be doing this-not with him. But his fingers felt so good. She just wanted to ride them, keep them going inside of her.
Her hands felt deftly for the clasp of his pants. She found it, pulling it open and freeing him. Her hands wrapped solidly around him. She heard him moaning as he pushed her more forcefully against the door.
His hand left her body. She opened her eyes, disappointed at the momentary loss of contact. It did not last long. Laura gasped as she felt him push into her. His body was thick and solid in her. She heard the
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