Page 64

“I want you,” I breathed in his ear. “To make me come, please.”

His growl sent shivers down my spine.

He brought one of the hands clutching my ass to my clit and then slowly started to swirl his finger around the edge.

Not touching, but not not touching either.

The buildup was sweet and intense, and by the time that I detonated long minutes later, he was coming right along with me.

His powerful body hunched over me as he jerked inside of me, filling me up with hot splashes of come.

He didn’t waste time catching his breath, only gathered me off the edge of the counter and carried me, still inside me to the hilt, to the shower.

He flicked it on with a single turn of the knob, then divested himself of his pants and shirt while I was still clinging to him.

My shirt—his—came next and then we were in the shower, hot water pouring down over the two of us.

It was the single best moment of my life.

Fourteen

I’m not clearing up any rumors. If I didn’t do it, I might.

—Jessamy to Black

Black

Dempsey wasn’t the only one waiting for me at the station when I got there.

The reporter was there, too.

She smiled at me and said, “The public would like a comment on the allegations against you.”

I leveled her with a look. “Allegations that a disgruntled man with a chip on his shoulder threw at me.”

She smiled again.

“Any reports would be fully investigated if they were substantiated. But the woman this ‘allegedly’ happened to passed away. The man who accused me of these actions is suddenly missing. And I’m not sure what, exactly, I’m supposed to do here. However, for your peace of mind, I have contacted the next closest sheriff’s department and asked them to go ahead and look into this. Please, feel free to ask them any questions. They’re the one doing the investigating, as this department doing it would be highly inappropriate, don’t you think?”

The reporter’s eyes gleamed. “I do. Seems you have some morals.”

I nearly rolled my eyes. “I’ve had zero complaints in my twenty years at this department.”

Her smile went brittle.

She likely knew that, since it was public information.

I shifted forward. “Why do you look so familiar?”

She stiffened.

Jamie looked away, and it was then that I realized who she was.

“You’re Blanche Brand’s sister.”

That’s how I knew her.

Blanche Brand had gone missing over a year ago while hiking in the area.