Se connecterChapter 2 - The Interrogation "Nice home," he said. "Thank you." He sat down at the table across from my empty chair, and I sat down across from him, and he opened his notebook and clicked his pen. "Tell me about yesterday," he said. "Tell me everything. From the beginning of your day. Every detail.” So I did. I told him about breakfast and the pancakes and the kiss at the door, and I told him about the grocery store and the chicken curry and the bottle of wine, and I told him about six o'clock and seven o'clock and midnight and the phone calls that went nowhere. He wrote it all down without looking up. "What time did he leave for work?" "A little after eight. He had a meeting at nine." "And you heard from him at all after that? A text, a call, anything?" "Nothing. The last thing he said to me was that he'd be home by seven." He wrote that down too, and then he flipped back a page and ran his pen along something he'd already written, like he was checking his notes against w
Chapter 1 - Gone Missing The morning light came through the kitchen window in long golden bars, and I stood at the stove in my robe with my hair still messy from sleep, flipping pancakes while the coffee maker gurgled on the counter. Michael came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face into my neck. "Smells incredible," he murmured against my skin. "You say that all the time." "Because it's true." He kissed the spot just below my ear that always made me shiver, and I swatted him with the spatula. "Sit down before I burn something." He sat. I brought the pancakes over and set them down in front of him and he looked up at me with that grin he had, the one that had made me fall in love with him six years ago at a bar in the city when he'd bought me a drink and then spilled his own all over his shirt. "Thank you, baby." "You're welcome, baby." We ate breakfast together the way we always did, talking about nothing and everything. His meeting that af
Chapter 4 - Satisfied He kissed me again. Slowly this time. His tongue slid against mine and his hips settled between my thighs and I felt him, still half-hard, drag along the inside of my thigh. "You're gonna be sore tomorrow," he said. "I don't mind." He laughed against my mouth. "You're one hell of a girl." I reached down between us and wrapped my hand around him again and he stiffened in my grip almost immediately, and he groaned and dropped his forehead to my shoulder. "Already?" I said. "What do you expect when you look this sexy?” I stroked him root to head, slowly, and felt him swell and thicken in my palm. I guided him to my entrance and rolled my hips up, and he slid into me in one slow push, and we both made the same low sound at the same time. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper, and he fucked me slow and steady this time, long deep strokes that dragged along every nerve I had. "Ahh… ohh, fuck," My voice came out in little broken pieces.
Chapter 3 - The Driver He groaned when my lips closed over his nipple, a low rough sound that vibrated through his chest, and his hand came up and settled in my hair. "Ahh… fuck," he breathed. "You don't have to…" "Shh." I kissed my way down his stomach, and I could feel him getting harder under me, feel the shape of him pressing up against my thigh. I reached for his belt and got my fingers under the leather, and I felt his hand come down over mine again. "Wait," he said. I looked up at him. "Not like this," he said. "Not in the front seat of a cab. Let me…" He shifted under me and reached for the lever on the side of the seat, and the whole thing slid back and reclined until we had room, and he pulled me up his body and kissed me again. "There, that's better now." I got his belt open. The buckle clicked, the leather slid through the loops, and I pulled it free and dropped it on the floor of the car. Then I got the button of his jeans and the zipper, and I pulled at the den
Chapter 2 - The DriveI walked fast, head down, jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. The hallway stretched out in front of me like something out of a bad dream, and behind me I heard him call my name once, twice, and then the sound of sheets moving and bare feet hitting the floor.I didn't turn around.The elevator doors opened like they'd been waiting for me, and I stepped in and hit the lobby button and watched the doors slide shut just as Daniel appeared at the end of the hall, shirtless, one hand outstretched.The doors closed all the way.I leaned back against the mirrored wall and I pressed my palm flat against my chest and tried to breathe.The cab was still there and I yanked the back door open and threw myself into the seat."Drive," I said.The driver turned around and looked at me. "Where to?"Just drive,” I said, trying to sound calm. “Take me anywhere.”He studied my face for a second… the wet eyes, the shaking hands, and then he nodded slowly and put the car in gear."
Chapter 1 - The Date NightThe phone rang twice before he picked up, and the second I heard his voice on the other end, I felt my whole body relax into the mattress."Hey, baby," Daniel said. "God, I've been thinking about you all day.""Have you?" I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling of my apartment, the afternoon light slanting across it in warm gold bars. "Because I've been thinking about you too. All day, actually. It's getting embarrassing."He laughed, that low easy laugh that always made my stomach flip. "There's nothing embarrassing about it. I miss you. I miss your face. I miss your voice. I miss the way you smell when you get out of the shower.""Now you're exaggerating,” I smiled."I'm not baby. I'm just telling the truth." There was a pause, and I could picture him exactly… leaning back in his office chair, tie loosened, one hand behind his head the way he did when he was feeling good about something. "Are we still on for tonight?""Of course. I already clear







