Detective In English Novels & Stories

he looked back at me, "or maybe it needs something." Oh. My. God. The way those words rolled out of his mouth like verbal porn had heat spreading from my cheeks, down my spine, straight to the ache between my legs. Without backing away, I kept my gaze fixed on his. "You're quite observant, aren't you, Detective?" He nodded. "That's why I'm so damn good at everything I do." The way he emphasized the word "everything," I knew he wasn't talking about his job.