Page 35 of Deadly Scandals

Ashley

Iwoke the next morning in a haze. Mitch was no longer in my bed, which was a blessing since I didn’t want his kids to find us together, but his absence didn’t erase the fact that he had fucked me last night. All night.

God, what had I been thinking?

One night, Ashley. You can’t go one night without fucking him.

Bad boys had always been my weakness. Ever since Bobby Mancini had snuck me out of my house and fucked me in the baseball dugout when I was only fourteen, I’d known rebels were my vice. I had tried to date good guys, but I would always get bored and break off the relationship.

But once I had graduated from college, I had sworn off men. I vowed to be completely and totally focused on my career. As a female NCIS agent, I had to be smarter, more professional, and harder working than my male peers in order to get respect. Equality was only a catchphrase. The absolute last thing I should be doing was fucking a witness.

Or…a suspect.

Oh my God.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Mitch was a suspect. He had found Paul. And now I’d learned that Paul had probably been fucking Mitch’s ex-wife! Of course Mitch was now a suspect. I had just slept with the devil. Had I been so high on his testosterone that I had completely ignored any clues? Maybe Mitch’s plan all along had been to fuck me so good that I couldn’t see straight, and then I wouldn’t suspect him of murder.

And maybe I had fallen right into the trap.

He’d fed me all these lines about how he had always wanted me, but that wasn’t true. I’d been on the goddam Cruz case. He had been messing around with Mia. Flirting with her, not me. Well, at least not until the end.

How had I been so blind?

My body temperature rose and self-loathing filled my soul.

Could I be sleeping with the enemy? It didn’t matter that I’d come more times last night alone than I had during my entire relationship with my previous boyfriend. It didn’t matter that Mitch was so ridiculously hot that I couldn’t get enough of his cock. It didn’t matter that he’d devoured my pussy like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

All that mattered was that I’d possibly just fucked a murderer.

I had to get out of here. I had to get back to work.

I grabbed my phone to call an Uber to take me to the airport, but I didn’t even know the address of this place. I hurriedly got dressed in last night’s clothes and prayed I could sneak out of the house before Mitch found me.

I put my heels in my purse and opened the door. I hoped Mitch would be upstairs with his kids and they would not see me for my walk of shame.

But I never had any luck.

Mitch was making pancakes, and his kids were watching TV on the sofa.

How had I not heard them this morning? Maybe he had drugged me in my sleep. I needed a toxicology report—stat.

He walked over to me and attempted to kiss me, but I turned my cheek. “Good morning, sunshine. I did my best to keep the kids quiet so you could get a good night’s sleep. You’ll need it. I plan to wear you out tonight.”

Oh, Lord. Was he for real? Last night had been a one-night stand. An itch I’d needed to scratch. It would not, could not, happen again.

He handed me a mug of coffee. Sienna bounded up to me. “Good morning, Miss Ashley.”

I hadn’t even been introduced to them properly last night. Who had Mitch told them I was?

“Morning, sweetie.”

“Daddy, are the pancakes ready?”

“One second, Princess.”

Sienna obediently sat at the kitchen table while Samuel remained glued to the dog cartoon on the television.