George Washington Township, New Jersey has seen its fair share of crime and tragedy. Most recently, a young boy is missing from his home and the tenacious Detective Claire Goodnite is eager to find him.
But the case is stirring up old memories best left forgotten. When a blast from her own past, FBI Special Agent Wesley O’Connell, turns up, Claire finds it hard to keep old ghosts at rest. And even harder to keep the sexy SAIC out of her case and her bed.
Claire Goodnite is the best damn detective in the state of New Jersey and you better believe she’s coming for you.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” I fake cry as I wipe away an imaginary tear with my fingers.
“You are such a pain in my ass, beautiful.” He shakes his head. “You’re lucky I know what else you can do with that mouth besides drive me to drink.”
“Ugh,” I groan. “You just ruined it.”
“You want to see it or not?”
“Are we still talking about your murder board or have we switched to your penis?” I ask sweetly. “Because yes to the murder board, maybe but leaning towards probably not for your penis. You’re being annoying and I’m over it.”
“Over it?” He laughs as he tackles me from the side. We land on a tufted leather sofa that I didn’t realize was hiding behind the door.
I let out an embarrassing squeak when Wes grabs me. Some tough chick I am. I land with my back to the sofa and Wes on top of me, his lip crushing down on mine. I can’t help it. I kiss him back. My mouth moving under his.
“Why do you fight it?” Wes asks when he tears his lips from mine. “Why do you fight me?”
“I can’t,” I say as I pull him back down to me. “I can’t fight anymore.” I kiss him again. I press my body to his. “I can’t.”
Wes presses his hips into mine. He groans when I buck against his hardness. His body provides the friction that I need in all the right places. I gasp when his cock rubs against me one more time and Wes uses that to his advantage, moving his mouth down to nip at my earlobe. He then drags his lips and scrapes his teeth down my neck where he bites, then soothes my skin with his lips and his tongue.
I pull at the buttons of his dress shirt. Wes sits back on his heels and undoes the rest of the buttons. I laugh when he pulls his white dress shirt free from his body only to realize that his blue tie is still tied around his neck.
“You think that’s funny, do you?” He asks with a sexy smirk playing on his lips.
“Uh huh.” I nod. “I do. I really do.” I laugh only to moan when he rocks his hips again and his hard length hits me in all the right places.
“Still think it’s funny?” He growls.
“Yes,” I rasp.
Wes reaches forward and pinches my nipple through my t-shirt and my bra. I arch my back pushing my breast into his palm. The movement presses my core against his cock and we both hiss at the contact.
“Still funny?” He asks as undoes the button on my jeans and pulls down the zipper. I hold my breath as he flattens his palm against my belly and slides his hands into my wet panties against my heat. “Well?”
“Yes,” I pant as I rock against him.
Wes slides two fingers deep inside me and I toss my head backwards and arch my spine. He curls his fingers in a come here motion and I am about to come undone. I’m about to come. Wes plays my body like he owns it and I’m beginning to think that he actually does.
“Is it still funny, Claire?” he asks one more time.
“Yes.” I buck against his hand. It’s not actually funny but all I can say is yes to Wes as my body shows me truths it has always known. It was always Wes. It will always be Wes.
“See, I don’t think it’s funny when you play games with me Claire,” he says his voice rough as he continues to fuck me with his hand. My heat pours between his fingers betraying how much I want him and how much control he actually has. “Do you think it’s fun to play games with me, Claire?”
“Yes,” I cry out but the words are wrong. He pulls his fingers out just enough that he’s not hitting the good spots anymore, but his other hand, flat against my belly, holds me still so I can’t use him to find my own completion. “No!” I wail.
“What is it, Claire?” He asks as he swirls his thumb gently against my clit. It’s just firm enough to make me moan, but not enough to get me anywhere.
“I’m not playing games!” I cry out, desperate to have him, his fingers, his mouth, his cock, any which way I can have him again.
“When are you going to learn that you can’t lie to me, Claire?” He asks as he thrusts his fingers back in, curling them as he goes, but he immediately pulls them back out. “Your body knows the truth. Feel how wet you are for me?” He asks as he wipes his fingers against my inner thighs.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please, what?” He commands. “Are you ready to stop fighting me, Claire?” He gives another gentle swirl to my clit.
“Yes!” I scream as he thrusts his fingers back in, this time adding his thumb to my clit.
I grab the tie that still hangs around his neck and pull it. It anchors me and is something I can hold onto while my world spins wildly out of control.
“That’s right, baby. Take it. Take what’s mine to give you.”
“Fuck! Wes—” He pumps his fingers again and again and then I arch my back and squeeze my eyes tight as I come.
Before my world starts to right itself and I can flutter my eyes, Wes grabs me by my hips and stands me at the arm of the sofa. My legs are still Jell-O and I flop around like April the giraffe’s baby. Wes quickly puts a hand to my back between my shoulder blades and arches me over the arm. My hands cushion my fall.
He uses his foot to spread my feet wide and I hear the telltale clink of his belt buckle and the grind of the teeth of his zipper. He still has his hand on my back and it burns my skin. Wes uses his fingers to circle my core. I look back over my shoulder at him and I see the proof of my climax glisten on his fingers. Wes sees me watching and circles my pussy again before holding his fingers up to the light.
“Do you see this?” He asks, his voice rough.
“Y-yes,” I stammer. I have to clear my throat before I can answer him clearly. “Yes.”
“This is mine, Claire,” he says. “This is for me and no one else. Not some asshole from the bar or one of the guys from the station. This is mine and mine alone. Do you understand?” He circles me again. He shoves his finger in deep when I hesitate and I groan.
“Yes,” I buck against his hand but he pulls his fingers free and swats my ass. Hard. “Yes! I understand,” I cry out when he slips his fingers in one last time.
I look over my shoulder again as Wes locks eyes with me. He swirls his fingers one last time before slipping them from my body. I watch with rapt attention as he raises his hand to his mouth and licks his fingers clean. His eyes roll back in his head and he moans. I could come from watching his face alone.
And then he opens his eyes.
“I always knew there was sweetness hidden in you somewhere, baby. I should have known it was in your tight pussy.”
Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.
Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.
10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.