ÒI think we need to think about this; this is a pretty big step.ÓÒOkay!Ó She was a little put out by his easy capitulation but knew it would be the epitome of stupid to make a big deal out of it when she was the one who said no. Still, how could he give in so easily, did he no longer care? Her mind was filled with the worry that now that heÕd gotten what he wanted out of her, he was ready to drop her by the wayside. But why ask her to move in if that was the case? What if IÕd said yes? She thought. ÒThat mind of yours is going to get you into trouble.Ó Riley lifted her chin and studied her eyes. He wondered if she knew they gave her thoughts away, how transparent she was to him at least. He stood up in the tub and stepped out before turning back for her and lifting her out. He grabbed a towel from the warming bar and ran it briskly over her skin before drying himself off just as quickly. Dropping the towel on the floor for his housekeeper to pick up later, he to
Celia barely made it out of the farmhouse without having to have breakfast first. ÒRiley, I really have to go.Ó She kept looking at the housekeeper who had a sour look on her face. He didnÕt seem to care as he had his arms around her, his hands locked over her ass. ÒYou canÕt work on an empty stomach, baby.Ó Her heart jumped when he called her that, and she got all soft and melting. But as she found herself being drawn in, she pulled back; the man is lethal. ÒIÕll grab something on the way in; I really have to go.Ó She wouldnÕt say he pouted, but he didnÕt look too pleased. She guessed she could understand where he was coming from this was supposed to be her day off after all, and it wouldÕve been the first theyÕd spent together. ÒBesides, I need to take care of your sore pussy. I saw the way you walked down those stairs.Ó Her face went up in flames, and she took a quick look at the housekeeper to make sure the other woman hadnÕt heard even though heÕd whispered i
There wasnÕt much that could be done until they got word back from the M.E., so Detective Sparks and Officer Bailey spent the next few hours combing through the victimÕs life for the past few years. It wouldÕve been much simpler if the two men in the womanÕs life werenÕt so obviously innocent Celia thought as she interviewed them one after the other. But she didnÕt see either of them for the job unless one of them was a very good actor. She was even more bewildered when she spoke to them both together. The way the husband would look to his wifeÕs lover to answer a question he didnÕt know the answer to left Celia thinking that there was more to the relationship between the three people than the town gossips knew. Like, maybe theyÕd had some kind of relationship the three of them together, or the husband was one of those men who came to terms with such things for the sake of holding onto the woman he loved. And there was no mistake about it Gil Sherry had loved his wife.
Celia felt the warmth in her tummy and the little blip in her heart when she saw him come to the door to greet her before sheÕd even turned the car off. She tried keeping the sappy smile off her face but failed miserably as she climbed out of the car and made her way towards him. Riley lounged in the doorway with his shoulder propped against the jamb and watched her coming towards him. Sometimes, like now, he realizes just how fucking gorgeous she is, and it gets him in the gut each and every time. The thing that he likes most about it is that she doesnÕt seem to know. Celia felt gauche and unsure of herself as she reached him and stood there, not knowing what to do with herself. Give her a dead body, and sheÕs right at home in her element. But having a man look at her like that, especially this man, the one sheÕs been crushing on since moving to the little town, and sheÕs all thumbs and stumbling feet. Right now, she couldnÕt even seem to find her tongue. Riley sn
Don was torn between guilt and excitement as he made his way into the bedroom behind the statuesque woman. As she turned and dropped her overcoat, revealing the leather and lace ensemble beneath lust, fear and disgust warred within him. It has always been this way with them. But as usual, she knew, and the saccharine sweet smile on her face as she sauntered over to stand in front of him only confirmed that she still had the ability to read him like a book. He watched the long red pointed nail of her finger as she tapped his chest with it before trailing it down towards his burgeoning cock that was now straining for release from the confines of his slacks. He knew it wouldnÕt be that easy. ÒDid you fuck that little slut with my cock Donnie?Ó He swallowed hard when her hand cupped his cock and squeezed ever so gently before exerting more pressure. ÒUmm, nice and hard for me.Ó She rubbed her hand up and his down his length as a wet spot appeared behind the zipper of the ligh
ÒYou canÕt be serious, why would you want to know about him?ÓÒIÕm not really interested in him as a person just in what he means to you and if heÕs someone youÕre still in contact with. I donÕt mind telling you that IÕm a territorial fuck. IÕm not the kind of guy who can be cool with his woman staying friendly with someone sheÕs been to bed with.Ó ÒHeÕs married with a kid, and we havenÕt seen or spoken to each other in years.Ó ÒWhat about the others?Ó ÒWhat others? He was my only serious relationship; I told you that when you asked before.Ó TheyÕd touched on past relationships during one of their many nightly phone conversations, so she couldnÕt see why he was bringing it up now. Then Celia decided to go on the offensive. ÒWhat about you?Ó ÒWhat about me? ÒYou and Sonya? Was that really as innocent as you two claimed?Ó Sonya had written about how helpful he had been in her journal, but there was no hint of anything sexual, something Celia had
ÒHello, Simon, you behaving yourself?ÓÒRi? WhatÕre you doing here? Never thought IÕd see you set foot in my place.ÓÒIÕm here to collect something of mine.Ó Riley looked at Celia when he said it, and she gritted her teeth, not quite sure if to be angry or amused. Simon had a grin on his face as Riley ran his finger along the detectiveÕs cheek before taking his hand away quickly as if remembering where they were. HeÕd been giving serious thought to hitting on her though she seemed too prim and proper for his taste; now, he was glad he hadnÕt put his foot in his mouth. ÒYou want something?Ó ÒNo, just her when sheÕs done. IÕll be over at the bar.Ó Riley walked away without another word, and Celia looked back at the club owner to find him looking at her with a light of merriment in his eyes. She knew he was trying hard not to laugh and felt her cheeks tint with heat as she searched for an explanation to give him. ÒSorry about that. HereÕs my card, please cont
SheÕs feisty! Riley thought as he followed Celia into the house. It was a nice change from what he was accustomed to. In fact, everything about her was new and exciting, not least of all was that mouth of hers. ÒSo, did you get what you were after with Simon?Ó ÒNot really, I keep running into dead-ends. For a town this small where everyone seems to know everyone elseÕs business, my victim seems to have lived a double life that no one else knew about.Ó She blushed at her words, realizing that she could be describing his now-dead wife. TheyÕd talked about that situation before, but Celia always got the feeling that he wasnÕt interested in getting too deep into it. He mostly told her about their life together, how they met, stuff like that. But when it came to the actual murder, though he didnÕt shy away from the discussion, she got the feeling that it wasnÕt his favorite topic, and she canÕt say that she blamed him. Riley saw the look of unease of her face and the