“We’ve been cleared to view Maddox’s house.”
“Good morning to you, too, princess.” He yawns before kissing me. It’s like he didn’t even have to think about it. Just laid one on me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Don’t you want to go and check it out?”
“Absolutely I do, but I have a little bit of an issue to fix first.” He thrusts his hips against me, his morning erection poking against my stomach. “I can’t very well turn up to a murder house with this thing, can I?”
“How exactly is that my problem?” I giggle.
“Have you seen yourself? You’re the hottest woman alive, and honestly, I was just having a very lovely dream where your lips were wrapped around my co—”
I slap my palm against his mouth, and I feel him grin against me.
“We don’t have time for that. Someone ripped up all my clothesagain.So I have to swing by my house on the way for a new outfit.”
“I knew that was going to come back and bite me in the ass.”
“You only have yourself to blame. But...” I cup his length, my fingers squeezing his balls. “If you’re a good boy today, we can play later.”
His eyes darken, a wicked gleam flashingacross them.
“I’ll be so good for you, princess.”
Heat builds in my core, and goddamn, the temptation to slip down between his legs now is almost overwhelming. I could make quick work of it; we are already naked after all. But no. I need to get this job done and prove, somehow, that Connor Maddox isn’t guilty.
I escape his clutches and by the time I’ve showered, de-tangled my sex hair, and pulled on an old Elwood University hoodie and some of his sweatpants, he’s in the kitchen in his uniform cooking eggs.
His eyes dip down my body as if I’m wearing nothing but lingerie, and I move around the other side of the breakfast bar to keep out of his grasp.
“You look fucking good in my clothes,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly. He leans over the counter, pushing a ready-made mug of coffee my way. I bring it to my lips and take a sip, letting out a satisfied hum. Cream and sugar, just how I like it. His eyes are on me the entire time.
“You’ve still got a spit kink then?”
I roll my eyes, fighting the smile tugging at my lips.
Asshole.
???
Connor Maddox has the kind of home that when you cross the threshold, you’re straight in the living area. That is, if you could call it living. There is a lone camping chair in the middle of the room facing the gas fireplace, a mysterious stain on the carpet, and a collection of beer cans overflowing from a wastepaper basket. The house itself is in an okay neighborhood. The front yard is large, and there’s a driveway. Most of the houses on the street have relatively new cars, well-kept lawns, and freshly painted houses. And from the outside, although a little bare, this house doesn't look much different. But the lack of furniture inside is eerie.
I walk through the house, the smell of bleach lingering in the air. Detective Williams and Officer Sanchez follow me as I make notes on my phone. Jonesy brings up the rear.
“From this room, we removed handcuffs which were attached to the bedframe—” I sneak a peek at Jonesy, who is suspiciously quiet, looking up at the ceiling, sucking in his cheeks like he’s trying to fight the urge to look at me after what we did last night. “Also a gag, duct tape, and what appears to be a spreader.”
All he needs on his list is a mask and a kitchen knife, and he’ll have a replay of what Jonesy and I did last night. The ache between my legs throbs.
“What’s a spreader?” I ask.
Jonesy starts to blush—he’s actually blushing. Anthony stares at him and back at me before a crease forms between his brows.
“It’s a contraption that’s connected to a person’s ankles. It extends so they’re not able to close their legs.”
I feel the heat rising on my cheeks too, and suddenly I understand. The clue was in the name, I guess. “Got it. Umm, thanks.”
We work our way around the house before reaching the back door to the yard.
The earth is upturned, spades and trowels littering the ground. Three large holes indicate where the victims’ bodies were buried. Tents have been erected for privacy or to protect the scene from the elements, but it’s easy to see exactly where the bodies were buried.
