She pulled the door open and cleared the boots and shoes that covered the fake flooring.Cujo removed the panel, and sure enough, they found the security box that was thankfully still locked.
The floor creaked in the hallway outside and both of them stilled.A small gap at the bottom of the door revealed dark shadows filtering the light from the hallway.Cujo put his finger over his mouth.
Drea’s heart pounded, her mouth suddenly dry.They sat like statues until the footsteps moved away.
Cujo entered the code, quickly.Drea cringed at the loud beeps that sounded every time a number was pressed.The box opened and the laptop was still there, along with a bunch of papers.
Once the safe was empty, they loaded everything into Drea’s purse.“Let’s go,” she mouthed to Cujo.
“Wait one minute.”Cujo disappeared, but returned a few moments later with a small bag that presumably belonged to his mother.She noticed toiletries and clothes crammed in haphazardly.Evelyn would be grateful to have some of her own things.
Cujo handed her the bag.“It’s better I have my hands free,” he whispered.“Just in case.”In case he needed to fight.The idea sickened her.
Cautiously, they left the apartment.Cujo went first, checking left and right before he waved Drea out behind him.They hurried to the elevator, waiting impatiently for it to reach their floor.
It arrived and they stepped inside.A feeling of relief washed over her.They were nearly home free.The doors started to close slowly, which gave them just enough time to see a tall figure step out of the stairwell at the opposite end of the hall.
***
Cujo walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and found Drea combing out her hair.It was late, and they both needed sleep, but all the adrenaline charging through his system wasn’t going to let that happen.
She was perfectly naked, and absolutely clueless to the way she took his breath away.He grabbed his toothbrush, applied toothpaste, and started to brush.
What a fucked-up evening they’d had.Once they’d left the building, he’d driven around for an hour out of concern they were being followed.It had been too late to head to the hospital.Visiting hours had long since been over.In a fit of paranoia, he’d hidden the laptop and files in various places around the house.
He looked over at Drea again and this time she caught his eye and smiled.It was a smile of invitation, and by the way his cock was responding, he was going to accept.Maybe if he focused on her instead of on the mess they were in, he’d feel much better.
Cujo rinsed his mouth and put his toothbrush back in the holder.He moved behind her and slid his hands up over her ribs until they cupped both of her breasts.Drea’s head fell back against his chest.
“You are in my way,” she said, breathlessly.
He nudged the hair away from her neck, and kissed her shoulder.Drea groaned and arched against him.He kneaded her breasts gently, his thumbs scraping across her nipples.
“Well, don’t let me stop you.”He turned her so they faced each other and his hands gripped her butt, because, well, it was a mighty fine ass.
He kissed her like the sun rising depended on it.In some ways it did.Loving her was as necessary as sunlight, and equally brilliant.
Her pulse raced beneath his lips and he savored the way her skin tasted as he buried his face in her neck to suck on the skin beneath her ear.
Thank God she wasn’t wearing underwear.The glide of her leg over his, the soft skin of her inner thigh brushing his hip sent blood rushing to his cock.This was what he needed to chase the chills away.
He lifted her and she tightened her legs around his waist.One day he was going to take her bending over the sink, but tonight he wanted her in bed.
As he placed her down on the bed, he licked a wide circle around her nipple.He joined her, lying down on top of her while keeping the majority of his weight off her.Drea groaned, the sound of it sending fireworks through his spine.Her wetness seeped through his underwear as she rubbed against him.Hottest fucking thing ever.
“Are you going to let me make love to you, Shortcake?”
Instead of waiting for an answer, he slid his fingers between them.
“Brody.”Her quiet cry of need was all it took for his control to slip.Fuck.She was so deliciously wet.He groaned as he pushed a finger inside her, then two, scissoring them back and forth in a way he knew drove her crazy.
Her mouth covered his hungrily and he let her set the pace, and by the way she grabbed his hair and ground against his fingers, was going to be a damn sight closer to fucking then making love.
It was pure heaven the way her body responded to him.Her hips lifted, desperate to relieve the pressure.He withdrew his fingers.
“Drea, baby?”
Drea slowly opened her eyes.“Mmm-hmm,”
