“Sure thing. I’ve gotta get back downstairs and relieve Mavis.” Parker shut the door behind him.
Emerson pressed her finger against her mouth. “Shh.” Those soft, plump lips were a magnet Stryker was fighting to resist. Was she torturing him on purpose? All he wanted to do was kiss her, sink his tongue inside her mouth and—
She opened the door, leaned into the hallway. And he glanced at her tight, sexy ass.
Fuck me.
Then, back into her eyes as she retreated inside and shut the door.
“He’s gone,” she said. “He’s got an alibi, but no witnesses. I’ll get his address and see if there are street cameras near his house.”
“I can help with that,” he said.
“Thank you.” This time, she flicked her tongue over her lip while she wrote in her notebook. He didn’t remember her being so damn tempting the first time around.
“I’ve gotta start reviewing the club’s surveillance.” She pulled a thumb drive from her worn leather handbag.
“Detective, I’ve got over fifty cameras in my club. If you use a thumb drive, it’ll take you months to review everything. You don’t have months.”
“Well, what do you propose I do?”
“View the videos in my office.”
“At your cybersecurity firm?” She looked like she was holding her breath.
“No, Easton, in my basement office, here.”
With pursed lips, she stared at him for several seconds before sucking down a deep breath. “I can’t—”
“You can.”
“No, I can’t.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked to the door. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” She marched out, taking her fear, her frustration and a whirlwind of hotness with her.
I’m in hella trouble.
5
The Kill
Emerson was dying to kiss Stryker. Press her lips to his and let go. She wanted to rip off his clothes and screw him on the sofa, the bed, and up against the damn wall. Her insides were screaming for a release. She was trying to ignore the urgency between her legs, but she couldn’t. Their combative connection was filled with animosity and savage energy.
She stalked over to him and snaked her arms around him, pulling him flush against her. Rising up on her toes, she leaned in, didn’t wait for permission, and kissed him.
His gruff, gritty groan sent electricity flying through her. He lifted her in the air and she wrapped her legs around him. He fell backwards onto the bed, rolled them over, and thrust inside her.
She cried out, the euphoria cascading through her sex-starved body, the pleasure sending her higher and higher. Their collective moans, coupled with his hands —those amazing man- hands—raked her body. Arching into him, her strangled cry was stopped by his mouth on hers, biting and nipping at her lips.
When he took her nipple into his mouth, the orgasm ripped through her, explosive pleasure sending her flying high. But it was his release that rocked her world. As he stared into her eyes, told her she was the sexiest, smuttiest woman he had ever known. “I could fuck you every day,” he whispered.
A sudden pounding on her legs squelched the euphoria, while her feet stung from a series of sharp jabs. She started kicking Stryker away, but the onslaught of discomfort wouldn’t stop.
Emerson jerked awake and bolted upright in bed. Pima pounced on her feet, tucked beneath the comforter. Then, the damn cat crashed down on her again, this time biting her big toe.
“Ouch!”
The cat’s sharp claws dug through the linens and into her foot. She jerked away from him. “Pima, you interrupted my sex dream. Dummy. How could you do that?”
She laid back down and the feline sat on her stomach staring down at her, his wild purring almost as loud as her heavy breathing. She was covered in a thin line of perspiration, her insides throbbing with unrelenting need.
