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before a startled laugh left her lips. “I don’t sashay.”
“Oh, but you do. We might have to pull the gladiator costume back out. If you walk around in that for a while, I’ll be your love slave.”
“I have one I think you’ll like even more.”
He sat up straighter and adjusted the fabric covering his cock as he pulled into a parking space in front of the precinct. A second after the car was in park, he was reaching for her. She met him halfway, already hungry for his mouth and the feel of him beneath her palms. She couldn’t get enough. She couldn’t imagine not wanting him.
She felt his reluctance to end the kiss in the slow way he pulled back. She fumbled with the door handle before stepping out into the late afternoon sun. If his kisses left her punch-drunk, would she ever tire of him? If the feeling wasn’t mating magic, was it something she’d done?
No, she wouldn’t ruin a beautiful moment with negative thoughts.
He held her hand as they went inside. She loved the attention he paid her. She smiled. He’d sounded almost proud when he’d told her she sashayed. She propped her other hand on her waist and gave him her best bad-girl strut. She would treat every stroll around the block as a runway show if it made him look at her as he was now. She added a little extra swing to her hips.
“Mate.” The sexy growl in his voice showed how close his beast was to the surface.
She could get used to the growl and the tone. She walked with him to his desk and made herself comfortable as he powered up his computer. She looked around. The detective two desks over stared at her. He winked. Widening her eyes, she turned away. Creeptacular much?
Nic pulled her chair closer. She couldn’t get over his revelations about shifter mating. She’d thought her feelings were due to mating magic. Magic, she understood. Her guilt over stealing a part of his soul would make her loyal, not sexually attracted to him. To find out her need to be close to him, to touch him, to make love to him was just her response to him as a man and not being forced on her as a mate was unsettling.
At least he seemed to return her interest. He was always pulling her closer, touching her, making her think of tearing off his clothes.
“You really know how to make a man suffer,” Nic said.
“Hmm?”
“You’re biting the corner of that lush bottom lip, and the look you’re sending me has me thinking about sex, not finding the Brain Surgeon.”
Oops. “I’ll try to think nonsexy thoughts. Maybe if you weren’t so hot?”
His grin stretched one side of his mouth slowly up. “What is the first name on the list?”
Okay. Work first, play later. “Montrose Warren.”
He typed. She peered over his shoulder, but the screen was too full of information. She took the opportunity to lean against his arm. She almost sighed into his ear at how good he felt against her breasts.
“Read the address for me, Leila.”
She did.
He frowned. “This says he’s deceased.”
“Are we sure he’s really dead? He wouldn’t be the first sorcerer to try and fake his death.”
Nic typed more information into the computer. “I know the cop who filed the report. She’s S.K.”
Supernatural kind. “Well, try the next name. Acer Kano.”
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “These names are strange.”
“What? I didn’t name them.” Sometimes witches and wizards were given unusual names. It was a cultural thing.
He paused his typing, grabbed a notepad, and jotted down the address. Then he found addresses for the other two names on the list, Radkin Lewis and Findor Stevens.
When Nic turned to her, she could almost feel him assessing her. “What?”
“This could be dangerous.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You are not leaving me behind. You said the killer was near my apartment.”
“Stay with your uncle.”
“What if the killer has been tailing us? He could be waiting for you to leave me. I’m coming with you.”
The
“Oh, but you do. We might have to pull the gladiator costume back out. If you walk around in that for a while, I’ll be your love slave.”
“I have one I think you’ll like even more.”
He sat up straighter and adjusted the fabric covering his cock as he pulled into a parking space in front of the precinct. A second after the car was in park, he was reaching for her. She met him halfway, already hungry for his mouth and the feel of him beneath her palms. She couldn’t get enough. She couldn’t imagine not wanting him.
She felt his reluctance to end the kiss in the slow way he pulled back. She fumbled with the door handle before stepping out into the late afternoon sun. If his kisses left her punch-drunk, would she ever tire of him? If the feeling wasn’t mating magic, was it something she’d done?
No, she wouldn’t ruin a beautiful moment with negative thoughts.
He held her hand as they went inside. She loved the attention he paid her. She smiled. He’d sounded almost proud when he’d told her she sashayed. She propped her other hand on her waist and gave him her best bad-girl strut. She would treat every stroll around the block as a runway show if it made him look at her as he was now. She added a little extra swing to her hips.
“Mate.” The sexy growl in his voice showed how close his beast was to the surface.
She could get used to the growl and the tone. She walked with him to his desk and made herself comfortable as he powered up his computer. She looked around. The detective two desks over stared at her. He winked. Widening her eyes, she turned away. Creeptacular much?
Nic pulled her chair closer. She couldn’t get over his revelations about shifter mating. She’d thought her feelings were due to mating magic. Magic, she understood. Her guilt over stealing a part of his soul would make her loyal, not sexually attracted to him. To find out her need to be close to him, to touch him, to make love to him was just her response to him as a man and not being forced on her as a mate was unsettling.
At least he seemed to return her interest. He was always pulling her closer, touching her, making her think of tearing off his clothes.
“You really know how to make a man suffer,” Nic said.
“Hmm?”
“You’re biting the corner of that lush bottom lip, and the look you’re sending me has me thinking about sex, not finding the Brain Surgeon.”
Oops. “I’ll try to think nonsexy thoughts. Maybe if you weren’t so hot?”
His grin stretched one side of his mouth slowly up. “What is the first name on the list?”
Okay. Work first, play later. “Montrose Warren.”
He typed. She peered over his shoulder, but the screen was too full of information. She took the opportunity to lean against his arm. She almost sighed into his ear at how good he felt against her breasts.
“Read the address for me, Leila.”
She did.
He frowned. “This says he’s deceased.”
“Are we sure he’s really dead? He wouldn’t be the first sorcerer to try and fake his death.”
Nic typed more information into the computer. “I know the cop who filed the report. She’s S.K.”
Supernatural kind. “Well, try the next name. Acer Kano.”
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “These names are strange.”
“What? I didn’t name them.” Sometimes witches and wizards were given unusual names. It was a cultural thing.
He paused his typing, grabbed a notepad, and jotted down the address. Then he found addresses for the other two names on the list, Radkin Lewis and Findor Stevens.
When Nic turned to her, she could almost feel him assessing her. “What?”
“This could be dangerous.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You are not leaving me behind. You said the killer was near my apartment.”
“Stay with your uncle.”
“What if the killer has been tailing us? He could be waiting for you to leave me. I’m coming with you.”
The
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