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Authors: Vivi Andrews
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every coherent thought out of her mind.
When he pulled her mouth to his for another kiss, her bra had somehow vanished and he pressed her against him, skin to skin. A shiver of pure pleasure rippled through Lucy at the contact, and she wrapped both arms around Jake, holding him to her as firmly as he held her. Her hips slowly rocked against his, as they lingeringly explored one another’s mouths.
She felt his fingers lightly trace the line of her stomach above her jeans, then the stronger pressure against her abdomen as he fumbled with the button.
The sound of the warehouse door slamming echoed in the cavernous room, along with the sound of dozens of footsteps.
“Police! Freeze!”
Lucy froze. Jake swore.
Chapter Ten: Impatience is a Virtue
Lucy restlessly paced in her living room, waiting with no patience whatsoever to see if Jake was going to show up to put her out of her misery. It seemed like every time she got close to an orgasm, they were interrupted. The Fates were definitely against her.
Admittedly, getting it on in a destroyed warehouse with the cops on the way and Big Joe watching from the balcony had not been one of her greater ideas. Apparently, she had an exhibitionist streak she’d never known about. Any thoughts of propriety or the right time and place had vanished as soon as he touched her.
Maybe she would just avoid going out into public with him. Lucy figured that was the only way to avoid jumping on him in public places.
The cops had been in high spirits. Apparently, finding Big Joe Morrissey trussed up on a stack of evidence and a topless blonde straddling the hardass PI who sometimes worked with them was better than Christmas. Even though they all knew him, they’d made Jake hold up his hands until his identity had been verified . Jake played along, but drew the line when they tried to get Lucy to put up her hands, glaring down the officers until they agreed that Lucy could keep her arms crossed over her chest, since she wasn’t packing.
She had blushed beet red the entire time, but took her cues from Jake and silently accepted the police ribbing.
When the cops finished their game and holstered their weapons, the first thing Jake did was grab her shirt and drop it back over her head. He’d then pointed her toward her car and told her to go home, that he would take care of everything.
Lucy had expected to be stopped, had expected someone to want her statement at the very least, but the cops just waved, leering at her like the lecherous bastards they were as she drove off.
And now she waited.
Lucy hated waiting. Over and over again, she paced her apartment and analyzed everything that had happened over the past twenty-four hours. When she got to the part where Jake all but patted her on the head as he sent her away, she groaned every time. He hadn’t said he was going to come see her when he was done, but he would. Wouldn’t he? It had been nearly three hours, dawn had already broken, but Lucy wasn’t even thinking about sleep. How long could it take to give a statement? He’d be in a hurry to get to her, wouldn’t he? He’d come as soon as they released him, wouldn’t he?
But what if he didn’t want her? What if she had just been a convenient piece of ass, and as soon as she was out of his sight, she was as forgettable as the next disposable lay?
When the phone rang, Lucy vaulted over the back of her couch to get to it. “Hello?” she asked breathlessly. Desperately. She was officially pathetic.
Karma’s wry, honey-coated tones rasped across the phone lines. “Honey, you need to relax. You’re so agitated, you’re keeping me awake.”
Lucy had spoken to Karma at every hour of the day and night over the years of her employment with Karmic Consultants and she had never heard her boss even refer to sleep before. She didn’t believe for a moment that her tension was upsetting the cosmic flow enough to alert her boss. “Is your name really Karma Cox?”
There was a long
When he pulled her mouth to his for another kiss, her bra had somehow vanished and he pressed her against him, skin to skin. A shiver of pure pleasure rippled through Lucy at the contact, and she wrapped both arms around Jake, holding him to her as firmly as he held her. Her hips slowly rocked against his, as they lingeringly explored one another’s mouths.
She felt his fingers lightly trace the line of her stomach above her jeans, then the stronger pressure against her abdomen as he fumbled with the button.
The sound of the warehouse door slamming echoed in the cavernous room, along with the sound of dozens of footsteps.
“Police! Freeze!”
Lucy froze. Jake swore.
Chapter Ten: Impatience is a Virtue
Lucy restlessly paced in her living room, waiting with no patience whatsoever to see if Jake was going to show up to put her out of her misery. It seemed like every time she got close to an orgasm, they were interrupted. The Fates were definitely against her.
Admittedly, getting it on in a destroyed warehouse with the cops on the way and Big Joe watching from the balcony had not been one of her greater ideas. Apparently, she had an exhibitionist streak she’d never known about. Any thoughts of propriety or the right time and place had vanished as soon as he touched her.
Maybe she would just avoid going out into public with him. Lucy figured that was the only way to avoid jumping on him in public places.
The cops had been in high spirits. Apparently, finding Big Joe Morrissey trussed up on a stack of evidence and a topless blonde straddling the hardass PI who sometimes worked with them was better than Christmas. Even though they all knew him, they’d made Jake hold up his hands until his identity had been verified . Jake played along, but drew the line when they tried to get Lucy to put up her hands, glaring down the officers until they agreed that Lucy could keep her arms crossed over her chest, since she wasn’t packing.
She had blushed beet red the entire time, but took her cues from Jake and silently accepted the police ribbing.
When the cops finished their game and holstered their weapons, the first thing Jake did was grab her shirt and drop it back over her head. He’d then pointed her toward her car and told her to go home, that he would take care of everything.
Lucy had expected to be stopped, had expected someone to want her statement at the very least, but the cops just waved, leering at her like the lecherous bastards they were as she drove off.
And now she waited.
Lucy hated waiting. Over and over again, she paced her apartment and analyzed everything that had happened over the past twenty-four hours. When she got to the part where Jake all but patted her on the head as he sent her away, she groaned every time. He hadn’t said he was going to come see her when he was done, but he would. Wouldn’t he? It had been nearly three hours, dawn had already broken, but Lucy wasn’t even thinking about sleep. How long could it take to give a statement? He’d be in a hurry to get to her, wouldn’t he? He’d come as soon as they released him, wouldn’t he?
But what if he didn’t want her? What if she had just been a convenient piece of ass, and as soon as she was out of his sight, she was as forgettable as the next disposable lay?
When the phone rang, Lucy vaulted over the back of her couch to get to it. “Hello?” she asked breathlessly. Desperately. She was officially pathetic.
Karma’s wry, honey-coated tones rasped across the phone lines. “Honey, you need to relax. You’re so agitated, you’re keeping me awake.”
Lucy had spoken to Karma at every hour of the day and night over the years of her employment with Karmic Consultants and she had never heard her boss even refer to sleep before. She didn’t believe for a moment that her tension was upsetting the cosmic flow enough to alert her boss. “Is your name really Karma Cox?”
There was a long
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